Written by Karisshma Kaur
He’s a mad fella
Livin’ on a single dime
But no, he wouldn’t tell her
That he’s on borrowed time
An acid haze
A livid face
The mad fella thrives
Heart as fat
As a bank teller
Unknowing, unknowing
He’s on borrowed time
Mama, this ain’t a phase
Just take a look at
His reedy face
The streets are pure grime
Oh, it’s so divine
Livin’ on a single dime
And on borrowed time
Cover image by Alexandro David. The copyright of POETRY | Strippin’ At Sunset belongs to Karisshma Kaur.
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