Why I Don'T Give Money To Beggars Poem by Gary Diamond

Why I Don'T Give Money To Beggars



I'm tight.
But that's not the reason.

Used to live
In Harrow
West London
Always
This Beggar There
sitting outside
the local
Tesco.

I used to give him
A quid every now and again
But
Somehow
One day
In Wembley
I saw him dressed well
Gold chains
Looking like a rapper.

Out with his girlfriend
Discussing
Whether or not
To get
A Taxi.

It turned out
The only beggar
I ever gave money to
was
a fraud.

And he had the nerve
Right there and then
To ask me
If I had
Any spare change.

He was lucky I wasn't drunk.
I would have choked him
And mugged him.
You don't fake something like that
That's just
Low.

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