My brother Frank
Married his high-school sweetheart Sophie
Three years ago in a Polish wedding.
It was all proper and Catholic, with a big reception
Of two hundred friends and family,
Her father is still paying for it I hear.
I went to the bridal shower, with the little plastic babies and the bride's apron
We danced the polka at the wedding,
Toasting the happy couple
Between servings of mostaccioli, fried chicken and Italian beef.
Now they're being evicted,
And she just had a miscarriage.
I'm worried about my brother,
He never smiles anymore.
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Paycheck Blues
PoetryIntentionally grim thoughts written in a blue funk :( Ramen noodles and SpaghettiOs. Or, how to juggle your cash until payday without starving ! Life in the city. Chicago.
