How much do I owe myself,
when existence has a price.
Seconds auctioned off
to the bidder
with the best stories.
We vend our attention
endlessly trading,
presence for pennies.
Selling soul currency,
swapping every problem for the next.
Any solution can be had,
for the right bid.
So, just pay the price.
About the Creator
Lauren McMahon
This is a real first for me. I have been writing for a while. Stories, thoughts and poems. So I thought, I might start to share some.
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