If you've got it
you can save it.
Hold it close.
Line your walls
with it.
Put it
in that forgotten
dark spot in the closet.
Shove it under your mattress
and spread out,
relax,
and some day
you will be a corpse
in a very lumpy bed.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
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A penny saved is a penny earned.
I like how each line is written like a command, like the idiom is the all-encompassing truth. The last image works, like your last poem, in refuting this idiom as well. We strive all our lives to earn more money, but in the end we die and it means nothing anymore.
On a side note, I see that some of our poems have taken a very morbid turn. Edward's last poems involved suicide, which worries me a little since he hasn't been back since. Have you seen or heard from the man?
I talked to him a few weeks ago via facebook. Geez, we should check up on him.
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