Friday, June 12, 2009

Prose and Poetry

Money Has Nothing To Do With It!

That's a lie, that's a fantasy and that's a cop-out...

Who pays my bills, if not I?

How do I eat, how do I sleep and how do I get about?

What would my mind do, if I had no money?

Where would I live, what would I wear, how would I survive?

As years build up, my body breaks down. How would I make it,
If, money has nothing to do with it?

Who would buy my meds and offer me elder care?

My independence as decided by me, says I!

I work for freedom and my prison is my work.

When does it end? It ends at the end, I cry...

June 12, 2009

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