GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 223

Those huge hungry eyes tug at your soul your heart demands that you help her, a poor little wanderer. Her fierce look shames you, who is still hesitant about being a fool. Your common sense tells you that this is a scam, Her pebble brown eyes sneer at you, call you a sham You feel guilty, reach into your pocket Look up to give her a few coins She has vanished, leaving you limp with relief, a sense of righteous indignation And a lingering stench of remorseful shame. 223