Dead Presidents Poem by Robin Bennett

I am quite successful at being alone,
Failure steps in when loneliness calls.
Rarely am I home at even answer a knock.
Nor do I bother to open the door
when my strange neighbors
begin to knock. Sharing stories
of laundry detergent and coupon
savings makes me wish I was high.

I'm the one you'd hear about
on the news. The girl who
ignored the knock of the
random house sweepstakes.
A failed millionaire. Now the
gigantic cardboard check
belongs to a parolee with
ten kids.

Money. Who needs it?
I've got my frozen dinners
for one and my lifetime
movies. I carry pictures of
dead presidents in my
wallet to prove I'm not flat
broke.