Bucks In Stacks Poem by John Sensele

Bucks In Stacks



Bucks vanish into thin air at month ends
Bucks leave me worse after pay day
As my minister of home affairs spends
Bucks with abandon everyday.

Bucks loathe warming up my wallet
Bucks land into a bottomless pit
As my big spenders won't let
Bucks keep me company and tweet.

Bucks and I can't see eye to eye
Bucks kick my sore backside
As my symbiotic siblings cry
For bucks to denigrate my pride.

Bucks conjure up a trick
Bucks sting a bevy of daggers into my back
As my parasites wreak
Havoc stacking bucks into an unfathomable pack.

Thursday, November 3, 2016
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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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