The black rose of poverty

The black rose of poverty

the black rose of poverty smells
like the money you wanna ask your parents for
old leftover refrigerated pizza
the leather of a wallet there's no point in carrying
gasoline you don't have to get to a doctor
you can't afford
and a big "why"
turning from the clicking ceiling fan
you just may find yourself swinging from

 

Thank you.

 

well done dreadful ending Dan

 

Thank you Tom.

 

dear Dan

very fine how here poverty and the fan interpret the "why" of life as counterclockwise

silent lotus

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Excellent.

 

Thank you Jay.

 

A little dark! I like where this goes! I think if I were to tie myself to the ceiling fan I'd bring the bugger down and probably part of the ceiling too. Time to start thinking about starting the diet again! Nice work Dan

 

Thanks Michael.