Gold And Gold And Gold And Gold Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Gold upon the open stage.
Let me turn another page.
Walk I do with weighted yoke.
All this GOLD, the color of a joke.
Let me bury in the ground.
Hide its glitter from the frown.
WHY? This burden in life.
All it does, it gives me strife.
Let me shed this snakeskin.
I'm a prisoner of it's mortal sins.
The lust it brings into my life.
Statue friends, with a song from the fife.
The snake shows it's GOLDEN HEAD.
A SHEET OVER MY FACE IN A DEATH BED.