Homeless, jobless,a castaway in the heart of my own city!
A pickling hopelessness that laces my tongue,caustic and witty.
On a rainy day like this, I would sell my umbrella
and step in the impossibly small shoes of a Cinderella
(at least she had a happy ending, hope you get the drift)
I'll spit shine , thrive thriftily and do my 16 hour shift
but wisely invest my pennies and hope on pumpkins
(sighs) paying for pettiness and miscellaneous past sins.
As the rest has been repeatedly told and retold,
(Yawn) I will let the predicatable and obvious unfold,
Not attempting to alter the course of a charming fairy tale,
(that would leave my attempts 'bootless' and to no avail)
I would rather rejoice, in the arms of ever after and ever since,
whisked away to 'no troubles land', by a charming prince.
Last credit card 'REJECTED' breaks the spell
looking at the sky I can foretell
my lucky stars...
in their cellestial journey have certainly faltered!
and on being Cinderella...
'Do I really want my sex altered?'
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
a few times guess the sex change is up to you but too much information right now.
Great take on the prompt .... well crafted.
