Graveyard Boy Poem by Melanie Emikohe
Graveyard Boy
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I work a graveyard shift,
a hundred and fifty a day
excluding my jeepney fare;
often walk when I'm broke.
I spend fifty for my honey,
buy her small size soda
and a sausage in a bun.
And I spend for her rides.
Someday I will be richer
and marry her in France;
book in spas and sleep
on a waterbed at night.
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