Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Rags to Riches

I have been a begger for years,
Up and down the city streets where
This here old gal best profiteers,
Asking the folks if they could spare
A little change for a poor soul,
All dressed in rags and looking glum.
I am well practiced at the role,
And each day's take's a tidy sum.
It's private enterprise at work.
The government is not involved.
The giver gets a heart tug jerk.
Self financial freedom is solved.

After begging my daily dough,
It's back to my penthouse I go.