Picking berries
for a buck and a half
a pound;
scuffling
for minimum wage
day jobs;
selling my shit
on Ebay
to make the rent:
the amazing
creativity
and hustle
involved in
just being poor.
Step outside
the hoople
safety net
and you notice
the details;
you scour
each moment
for every dollar.
Want bites
and makes you
pay attention.
Rich folks
must spend
large amounts
on Birkenstocks
and mindfulness
seminars.
I just wake up,
and wake up:
a mendicant monk
in a hungry world.
- mce
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