Plastic current feeds
Thickly lined air
Torrential riches pour
On crispy jacket walls
And softens bleeding paper
Liquid people push off from their docks
And wait with hungry tummies
And open mouths
As slippery gold is displaced
On sticky wool
It steals some glory from your metal, handmade jewelry
The ticking looses tempo
And heartbeats switch rhythm
To the beat of his drum
The burning orb of a thief
Demands cool currency
Through the evaporation wire
And they obey to save their hidden stash
But then add to the treasure
With these very savings
Through oozing tear ducts
Their hearts are heavy
After viewing such a waste
All that wealth churned
Into fuzzy vapor
By an impressive tyrant
With a pretty burning hand
About the Creator
Harvey Elwood
I used to write constantly (journals, poems, short stories) but these days I mostly write lyrics. I am looking forward to participating in challenges as a way to get inspired and un-stuck.
Comments (1)
This is awesome and describes so much of our world today. Nicely done Harvey.