I just entertained a fine Englishman,

who smoked a fag outside of a supermarket.

I told him that my poetry goes well together with a cigarette and that I do this for food as I only had enough money for an orange.

He asked me what I would buy with the money and he went inside and bought me a bag of food (salami included!).

I then told a few poems and he told me the saying which you already read at the top of this post:

There are people who are so poor, all they have is money

He likes Bukowski and is a gentleman. Thanks to all readers, donors and fans your
@shla-rafia 2017