The Garden City Refugee

A Bum Seeking Coffee

June 25, 2013

I was accosted by a bum looking for a buck forty
He wanted me to give him a free cup of coffee

I ignored him and turned away
But he was persistent on this day

He approached again and said “Excuse me”
“Get lost,” I yelled forcefully

Mortally offended, he turned to find others to hound
A sucker he eventually found

Later he came swinging through the restaurant
A complete meal this time he might want

We pay enough taxes to keep his belly full
On our heart strings he didn't need to pull