Money Talks Poem by tapiwa mahofa

Money, dosh, coinage
With you I had all bees around me,
Like a bright purple violet amid green lands
Each butterfly craved to scope me,

Cash, Dough, Currency
How I long to be your acquaintance
You left me when I indeed needed you,
Now Like a sole ranger I animate,

Money, Dosh, Coinage
You made them for me
Yet you swallowed them after
All the attention is gone,

Cash, Dough, Currency
Embraces crooked to shoves
Yet grins twisted to ferocious facades
As obese purloins curved reedy

Dosh, Dough, Coinage
Oh how I plea I could retain you
Yet embrace you like a spigot
That all which used to be mine may reboot.

By Tapiwa Mahofa