Cold Beans

I felt kind of awkward as my roommate

unlocked the door;

 

I looked around at the beer, chip bags:

My cold can of beans.

 

He came into the apartment at after a glace or two

he said,

“What are you hobo-ing it up?”

 

I was like “I’m too lazy to cook,

I suppose I could have been the higher class hobo

and heated my beans in a bowl”.

 

 

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