I had a weak moment, and this Poem, Pocket Change, came from it. I’m not proud. Judge away…
POCKET CHANGE – March 25, 2019
You’ll never buy your way into my heart.
Or did you think you could?
My tears aren’t worth your time?
You think your pocket change should make everything shine?
Keep jingling your change into my heart.
The hate, home grown from the start.
Oh wait, it’s not for me?
The show you put on, is for others to see?
Spare me your pity, your nonexistent love.
How could you?
I’m not your blood.
Let’s all be real,
This could never work out.
Who’s going to face it, let it all hang out.
Screw it, you’ve taught me the truth about God,
It’s all a fucking facade.