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Submitted by docmaverick on 5 September 2007 - 12:31am.| Updated 6 September 2007 - 3:04pm.
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You can’t buy happiness
but if I had the cash,
I’d find out what the price was
and pay it in a flash.
They say money’s just an object
that it can’t set you free,
but I can’t think of one person
opposed to a spending spree.
I don’t need a fortune
I just want a share,
and if I’d end up miserable
that’d be my cross to bear.
So everyone send a dollar
or any amount to my address,
and when I’m rich and miserable
I’ll try to sort out my own mess!
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
(2 votes)
I giggled out loud!
(I’m sure my last flatmate moved out because of NeoPoet, what sane person sits in their room alternately laughing and crying in front of a computer?)
I work 25 hours a week on a shop clerks pay but am a rich man. I can pay my rent, eat tasty treats, even in a restaurant once a month or so, see plays, bands and movies. Who could want more?
Loved this, Doc
cheers,
Jess
A paupers verse most Definatly
Lmao At half price I can afford to.
In ink,
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