Money

Thu, 07/11/2013 - 22:12 -- namjad

Oh money, how I love you, how I worship your crinkly verdure, your crispy capitalism, your innocuous presence. Why then, did I forget to go to work yesterday robbing me of your sweet pleasures with which I would kiss the hands of consumerism? Bow down I must, to the payment of bills and accessories of wanton decadence, for birthday presents don't come cheap when thou must shipeth them as well.

Comments

ibelieveinAl-Latif

This isn't what I thought it would be and those are the best kinds of poetry. I laughed :)
 

As a mentor, would you be able to look at and give feedback on my first poem? I've entered it in the Speak Your Mind Scholarship Slam and I've never really written poetry like this before.

I would really appreciate it!

Thank you! 

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