Was early on a Wednesday.

Banks and trains arrived on time.

I was down to my last million.

But I couldn’t find a dime.

Strangers glared at me in silence.

But you know that’s nothing new.

I was traveling to the government.

And prepared for news gone blue.

There’s no planning for disaster.

That might occur if I leave home.

The masses have lost their laughter.

And I hang my head and write a poem.