Acquisition (A Poem)




 

Proudly, his profession is Acquisition

His is a professional acquisitionist

Don’t ask me how,

Ask me why, and thank God he is alive.

Pilfering Master

Master Pocket Picker

Born in the street, consequentially grew to love black

No, not black, but dark.

He acquires all he wants uninvited in the dark

Then the black uniform men caught up

Locked in bars

Cries to see the stars

Shot a widow cold blooded

And now her children cries.

 

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