The Undead Poem by Paul Reed
The Undead
We are the undead of the recession
Fluttering on, but with wings clipped
Recalling past glories and the good times
Chances gone and dignity stripped
Squeezed first, then mercilessly crunched
Our hopes left triple-dipped.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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