Taking a sharp turn
Upon an Illusions street
He met a place of palaces
Abandonment and common need
Confusion was the measurement
Shakey ground beneath his feet
Where money can buy anything
Apples lose all of nourishment
Cutting hunger can take hold
When all that is left to eat
Is the point of gold.
Submitted: February 27, 2020
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Great poem.
Fri, February 28th, 2020 2:23pm
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Thank you Bert...
Fri, February 28th, 2020 6:15pm
A good adaptation of the message, LE.
Fri, February 28th, 2020 8:02pm
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Thanks hullabaloo22...I do like stealing from timeless concepts.
Fri, February 28th, 2020 6:17pmFacebook Comments
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tom mcmullen
Good poem LE. filthy rich people are often poor!
Fri, February 28th, 2020 7:15amAuthor
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You've said it tom...thanks.
Fri, February 28th, 2020 6:06pm