My attitude about poetry is somewhat
this, I should be doing something
that pays more money,
I love comfort, bright things for myself
and the ability to splurge on people I
like, to be able to dislike
people who have bucks
That is the poetry of money.
Money is a friend,
a comfy chair when you need to sit,
free walking. Buying rides.
Zoom in on this one.
Avoid that one in a helicopter ride
around Australia. Bury
my sorrows in an incredible meal.
You like that star. I buy you that car.
Never drunk but gliding on the
ethers of everyone's
drunkenness.
It trips me up,
my lightweight love of cash,
it clicks on my teeth.
My words jingle.
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