Alms

There once was a boy named Zack

An orphanage found him in a potato sack

threw him on the street to find loot

or he’d wind up getting the boot

So he proclaimed, “keep calm,

I’ll find and bring in some alms”

And the poor boy went out in winter with no loins

Just barely hoping to find a few coins

When he got tired he went home out of the cold

only to find that his guardian had marked him as sold

he took off running through the street,

A few blocks away he looked down at his feet

There laying at his feet was a suitcase splayed open, broken

he picked through it with excitement to find a small token

the token you ask? a small silver pistol

at the time he thought “what a painless way to end it all?

I would be a slave by morning any ways,

So why spend anymore horrible days.”

He held the pistol to the side of his head

in doing so he caught the attention of a cop instead,

With his finger on the trigger wishing for the end

The cop tried to assist the boy with not a penny to lend

So he left this world to start a new life

Now wealthy, with a wife and kids, living a good life.

The decision to end it was his

while hopeless, he found his bliss.

-Transcribed from 1/23/16-