THE BALLAD OF HARRY PALMS
His life was sweet no more because
His job two years ago
Was lost in economic storm.
Now, he was out of dough.
The winter came to reap his shame,
Unwelcome as he was,
Within his daughter’s basement, where
“Apply for Santa Claus”,
His daughter and her boyfriend gnawed,
“You’ve got to pay some rent!”
“But, we are Jewish!” Harry kvetched.
Yet up the stairs he went
Into the hall and out the door.
The blizzard was a shock.
The once and future Harry Palms
Behind him heard the lock.
His breath condensed into his beard,
His cheeks with cold did burn.
He got onboard the empty bus
Some money for to earn.
He got out at the Shopping Mall;
The stores so gaily lit.
Before he could apply himself
He had to give a shit.
Beside the bathroom stalls he stopped
And saw two…
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