I hate to ask for money.
It must go back a ways—
to selling mags
in junior high,
or even younger days.
It feels like stealing lettuce,
like Peter Rabbit did.
McGregor’s hoe
hangs over me.
He terrified this kid.
I hate to ask for money.
It must go back a ways—
to selling mags
in junior high,
or even younger days.
It feels like stealing lettuce,
like Peter Rabbit did.
McGregor’s hoe
hangs over me.
He terrified this kid.