Pound Of Flesh Poem by Francie Lynch

We heard, in general conversation,
'It costs an arm and a leg, now,
Just to see a game.
To join in the comaraderie and cheer.
To eat a dog, to have a beer.
It's a rip off.'
He closed.

I agreed.
Then something else occured to me
About money and time,
How they interact to corner us;
To keep us from shows,
And stage dramas
That help us forget
Our real life traumas
(the causes of our nightly insomnias) .

There's plenty to spend our cash on
(when older. like me, not when your young) .
So I tell my friends to purchase tickets
For games and concerts,
Plays and trips,
Meals and tips,
And gifts for giving
While above ground with the living.
Cause when you die,
You'll wonder why
You didn't spend
Before your last Good-bye.