In Soviet Russia, The Homeless Buy YOU Lunch.

The bag-lady on the corner and I shared a meal today
I asked her if I could buy her lunch
because I am a good person. She said yes.

We went to a pizza place
I had a beer; worried if she was an alcoholic
because then that would be a bad idea.

Apparently she spent the day at Nordstrom's
scarves that wrap around and hang down are so in right now
also fancy hats with funny names I can't remember.

Now I feel like a bag-lady.