Im a Chump.

“Chump”

My girl calls me a chump,
For giving away my books

She thinks if people

Cant spend thirty bucks
On a piece of your soul
- But will
Gladly drop fifty on a three
Legged nag at short odds

It kinda shows the state
Of this
Mess
We are in.

A kangaroo out the front
Of her home,
lays dying
In a ditch.

I sit with him
In the pouring rain

And try to keep his
Black eyes
On the lily whites
Of my own.

I tell him
its all going to be okay.
Im lying
and
he can tell.

The widow from next door
waddles around
in a leopard print
night gown
and leaves cherry red lipstick
on the butts
of her
cigarettes.

The big red roo
Lies in the ditch
Dying.

Its leg broken

by a car they never stopped.

It lays there,
Bleeding in the rain
On this early
Saturday morning

I sit with him a while
And wait for the coppers
While the rain
Drips from my hood.

The police revolver
Sounds twice,
In cosmic booms,
And my friend drops his head

Into the mud
And dies like
A frightened
Hero.

I understand
Why my friends don’t buy this shit

I hope my girl knows,
Why i give it away.