For the Gullible (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 1 Jun 2022 in Art, Poems

Is there nothing on earth, not entertainingly atwist

No limit to the pride…your little marvels tucked

In caches

Rose-colored glasses awfully passé

What will you spend your money on, now you have so much

There are no paper fortunes left

A vast amount of daylight goes to thinking of

A certain part of nighttime goes to cabernet

The balance, that swinging arm, might miss if you duck

Nonetheless

…to be fatalist, you will either die young

…you and, justly, all, as the world ends

Too soon

Or a miracle

Senses come to. Like that, a nail-biter, a squeaker

Surely the strong will then have pity

Now you’re fifty

Socialism seems delightful, public housing for retirement

Being you’ve lost your blue-chip investments

Why was it always land, land, property, property

The conquerors of a territory

Own it

This begins to seem apparent

For the Gullible