poems about onion bagels

Plus they’ll probably smell like onion

City apartments cost so much dough

And yet their prices continue to grow

Just when you think bagels can be scored

Dark crusty holes are all you can afford

Some people on drugs get their brains all messed up

Some people on welfare get coins in their cup

Some people on short ends feel only defeat

Some people on hard times collapse in the street

If you care to rescue them from disarray, well –

To start, you could offer them your onion bagel

My bagel payments are too steep,

The onion upkeep’s rough and

I’ll never get a good night’s sleep

‘Til I downsize to an English muffin