Cash Cow

A poem for my loyal readers.


I do not remember how I got here

Here I don’t know if I am dead or alive

Only see money waiting for me

To remember how to breathe

Remember to forget

The pain that is everywhere

As it waits for the next punter

The punter after that

And lose count of how many invade me

I know without knowing

I am nothing

Just an object that sinks into cash

Money makes it never happen

Money vanishes rape

Money vanishes the punter being a criminal

Money is the poison I swallow

As I hold the papers in my hand

I burn the skin off

Knowing it must not matter

Knowing nothing has happened to nothing

As I learn too fast

To smile

Act the good whore

One response to “Cash Cow

  1. Pingback: When is it big enough to consider an emergency? | Seeds Will Grow

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