172 Poem by Morgan Michaels

172

Rating: 4.5


'Death and taxes, taxes and death-
Lord, let me die solvent, ' he begged,
slipping the tax-check into the mailbox,
'Art worth more, the artist dead, '
he reasoned, reassured,
'after death I'll be rich.'

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Terry O'leary 09 November 2012

Interesting perspective on the value of life... Nice poem... Terry

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