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all over the place

A poem by Steven Palmer

By Steven PalmerPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read
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                         I was hurting for money

                        so i took back my redemptions

                        put all my coins

                        from the mayonnaise jar

                        into a sad paper sack,

                        on my way to the bank

                        I bumped into you.

                        dropping all my precious coins

all over the place.                         

 

                        Humiliated and red faced,

                        those coins, rolling and bouncing,

 all over the place.

                        You didn't help me then,

                        and why should you help me now?

                        Yet I still see your face,

 all over the place.                    

All over the place,

                        that's the human race

                        in need of survival,

                        in debt for love and money

                        you see it, it's

all over the place,

                        all over the place.

 

                        Tried to get up the nerve,

                        to ask for your forgiveness.

                        I doubt I'd ever achieve this,

                        but it was worth a try,

                        feeling sorry for myself

all over the place...

                        No food, and so little money, so why?

 

                       The hot black pavement,

                        and heavy sewage grate

                        squandered all my coins,

                        just like your love for me!

                        I tried picking them up,

                        or rather picking you up,

                        picking you up,

all over the place,

all over the place.

 

                        I said sorry, you said sure,

                        we talked for an hour,

                        you put the last found coin

                        in my pocket, and your eyes were...

 all over the place,

all over the place.

                       

We make it well together.

                        I get a good job and we travel

 all over the place,

All over the place.

Now I put all my money in the bank,

rather than...

All over the place, all over the place.

performance poetry
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About the Creator

Steven Palmer

Fine Artist, Digital Expert and Communications specialist, Steven has been writing his own stories since college including short stories, scripts, poetry, lyrics and animations. He's published a children's book and a gluten free cookbook...

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