A Single Egg For Ten Dollars
Ludicrous Limerick
There once was an economist wise
Who said wages must keep with the rise
But prices kept getting higher
Which brought people to ire
"What will I do with a single egg?" said their cries!
About the Creator
Rebekah BT
Wanderer of words, striving to embellish my vocabulary.
I find beauty in sadness and convey them into writing.
Bringing awareness to addictions, mental health and the struggles of life.
Author of Book "Behind Skye's Eyes"
www.rebekahbt.com
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
"Haha, love this clever limerick about the economy!"