Slid My Own Throat (Cor.) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

After carefully studying esoteric advice on
how to obtain a specific amount of money
I felt so elated about my credit account –
immediately took a look at the fabrics in the
shops - lilac velvet for Nici’s bed; black-and-
white off-cut for Tiaan - with words “delicious”
& “scrumptious”, bought with my credit card
I have stated to the universe what I need

Thus no worries - but on reflection laughed
at myself, making a plan is not enough and
getting more credit leaves no hope to reach
my goal - the only one fooled is me, I must
earn the sum – but how when there are so
many glorious things to be bought for my
kids and I have already forgotten to read
my positive affirmation aloud: I believe

The money will come, to brain-wash the
lazy sub-conscious in need of repetition
before it will assist us; all power resides
in Over-soul connected by silver cord -
goodness, where’s the sense in this, it’s
muddled again - as with all my finances,
maybe in the next life I shall be

An accountant or something - and slid my
own throat, I wouldn’t wonder…