﻿“All By Myself” 
 
Down on the stem I am “marching;” 
Peddling a tale of despair — 
I stroll along on the gilded thorough fare; 
“Pling’ing” everywhere: 
 
“Mister can you spare — 
Spare me a price of a doughnut, 
The kind that we had “over there”— 
Imagine just a bulldog eating a strawberry — 
So humble and merry— 
Down on the “Stem”. 
T-BONE SLIM.