Saturday, 1 July 2023

Money trees

 


Money only flows 

the wrong way,

upriver 

on leaves of distrust.

Into pockets 

of the corrupt.

Branches 

of money trees

grow

towards the heights

seeking the sun

where the elites sit

in penthouse palaces

beyond the clouds.

It never rains down

on the crowds

of people below,

pacing the streets.

It never washes

their bleeding feet.

It just sits

raising the roof

of the places

where rich

people

shit.

I don't need

a money tree.

Not fame,

nor celebrity.

I let words

feed my brain,

imagination falls

like a steady rain.

Feel the floating

letters pop

like soda bubbles

in my head.

The words never stop

poetic roots entangle,

everywhere

my heavy feet trample.

 

 

 

 


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