at the curb

kicked to the curb,
what I deserved,
since I didn't serve
your needs or fit in
with your plans;
but I'm not trash,
even without cash,
I'm still a man;

little to recommend me,
except for sometimes,
and a pocketful of rhymes;

so let's pretend,
that this is no end;
just do not disturb
one little word,
while I sit at the curb;

that oughta teach me, shorty.

January 14, 2009, for She Who Is Now History.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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