Do you have a dime

To pay for my time

As I write this rhyme

I sit here is despair and like

A box of cheerios disposed to me

Circular shapes that come undone

Masticating my brittle

Oat munch cereal in wine

Poor and sorrowful living in que

Waiting for my day to come

That I leave here

The day you’ll be with me

Living free and on a dime

Made by my lowly rhyme