Love under the Dollar

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Envy and the things that money can bring. Is this just another illusion?

Submitted: April 05, 2012

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Submitted: April 05, 2012



In kindle dreams her life retreats

With Botox swagger

And gel filled glory

A plastic rose

Hiding a once varicose being


A flower with a sting

Whose predatory ways

Leach off this sexual forest

Of spar infested vanity

Where youth is for the innocent

And cougars dine on essence divine

With triffid fingers and mosquito convulsions

Of unspoken ways for

The dollar will always pay


And when her thirst has gone

The dark of reality descends

Hiding the face of yesterday

Whose masquerade is left on morning pillow

A Monet impression to greet the light


The camera is stopped

The potions are in a queue

For her vanity waits

Another audience with snow white

This imposter among the weeds of creation


And in the balcony the fashion clones swoon

Sculptured dolls under butchers knife

Waiting with credit card lines

To feed on groped applause

And we will envy them


We that live in the mud of this life

We Parasites and leaches

We Saints and Pulpit Preachers

For we all envy things

That we cannot be


Envy things that

Come in dollar dreams

That buys the illusion

That one day you will envy me

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