Loose Change

Everything I’ve ever done wrong

Keeps me up at night

Never anything I did right

But when I

Take the time

To analyse

Why

I did those supposedly right things

They reincarnate as false alibis

And come to chilling unlife

There’s one with its head against the wall

In the corner of my mind

Right now

In broad

Daylight:

The woman fleeing domestic violence

Camped out in the street

I gave her $5

And levitated home on the graces of

My good deed

Surely everyone noticed

Surely everyone saw how empathetic I can be

Someone did

Someone too desperate to beg

Waiting for me to leave

So they could beat the shit

Out of that woman

For $5 in loose change

I didn’t want

Anyway.