The Food Bank Poem

The Food Bank Poem

A lot of folks have found new banks
With cans on shelves instead of tellers
These banks don’t handle cash or checks
Instead they dole out hunger quellers.

When making a withdrawal here
With other patrons you take care
To never look directly ’cause
They get embarrassed when you stare.

Recession angst has taking hold
Economists don’t see no traction
In Washington they huff and puff
On main street there’s no good reaction.

For those who’ve felt the downside’s pinch
Their game plan now is parsimony
And many pray their new bank crew
Won’t soon run out of Rice-A-Roni.

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