Picasso Poems

The Old Guitarist

I lost everything
No food or shelter
At least I still have my guitar
I do not have a job or a home
My family has flown from me
But at least I still have my guitar
So for now I sit on curbs and play
and try to please the ears of people who pass by
Hoping they will spare me some of their change
I play my guitar










Garcon a la Pipe

I wanted spaghetti
but I got soup
why did I get soup
I really wanted spaghetti
I guess I'll just eat it with a spoon
Why am I wearing all denim
It's to hot for denim
Whats up with all these flowers
they're even in my hair
How did I get here