I Beg to Differ

I am full of quirks

For instance

I dislike people asking for money to fund

Life, art, a honeymoon in San Cabo.

Go fund my ass.

It feels like begging to me.

Although I once begged for a living

I admit.

It was on the streets of Haight-Ashbury

I was living in a commune around the corner with

Peter and the baby and some other folks

Getting by on welfare while Peter

Listened to music and got high.

So I panhandled for cigarette money, baby slung on my hip

And asked people walking by

Any spare change?

It was not a bad way to make a little extra but

Honestly it was a lot of work.

About Karen To and Fro

Everything you didn't want to know about me!
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