Poem 2#

When a stranger asks you for money and you give it to them and regret it
By: Jason Chang
Villanelle

People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.
because, one day, a man, asked me,”Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.

End of a break of nothing, suddenly
Dark, Asian, dressed in black, and asked,” Money?”
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully

The victim of a burglar’s cunning deeds
Short-cut hair, raspy voice asking,” Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.

He says: “it’s for his bus fare.” Desperately
He says:”I’ll be good, just please,”Money?”
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.

can’t understand, he blabbers too quickly
Except those brief parts when he asks,”Money?”
People don’t cheat, they’re nice, obviously.

I learned a lesson, and carved it deeply
in my heart. That the next two lines are faulty.
People tell the truth, not lie, hopefully.
People don’t cheat they’re nice, obviously.