poetry

her love was a tin cup

her love was a tin cup.

she held it out to her sleeves.
farther even!

she shook and rattled it.
look at it! look at it!

her love was a tin cup.
a beggar’s kind of love.

demanding attention.
demanding affection.

demanding charity.

her love was a tin cup.
and I found out that

my pockets were empty.

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