I Once Was a Painter

and a stage hand

for a summer stock

I slept in the wings

on a broken down old couch,

and a nice lady brought

me food everyday.

They paid me a hundred a week,

and I got to see all the shows

I would probably still be there

painting sets and moving furniture

only on account of the show closing,

they sold the theater

and they built a Walmart there.

Now I move furniture

and stock the shelves

and watch the people

and eat when I can.