Lawrence S. Pertillar
'Debits And Credits' - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Why are you leaving me a tree and a rock?
We here are experiencing a severe deficit crisis.
And we need more from our clients,
Than sarcastic gifts!
'I have told you countless of times,
When you call my home...
For something to send to you,
I can not find.
Not even a dime.
I thought I would bring,
Some reality on the scene.
No one more than I am,
Know about 'debits and credits'.
And since you believe,
I have something more to give and leave...
I want you to 'see' where I get my money.
And when you exhaust that...
That rock can be squeezed,
To get every dropp of blood from me.
And that's not being sacastic!
Consider that magical.
I can not seem to do it.
But whoever that is that calls my home...
Believes that rocks and trees,
Is how I manage to exist to pay my bills...
Shelter myself 'and' feed!
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