Economics
Man,
I'm not feeling
so happy
anymore.
I tried to tackle my money
but it slipped past me
and ran out the door.
I don't have a clue what to do.
I'm hungry
and I can't be worrying about you
while both of us are trying to snag
the same pair of leather shoelaces
to chew.
Between the financial markets
which I don't understand
and the rich guys who own all the land
In Dubai
I
am caught needing a bailout
which seems at the moment
not at hand.
So having sent all my cash
to some fanatic Iranian,
I am firing up my charcoal grill
and eyeing the neighbor's Pomeranian.
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Author's Note
Written in '09 this still has a ring to it.
Other stories by Larry Strattner
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Nice. Love the ending.
Yep, still has a ring to it. Still good for a laugh: 'eyeing the neighbor's Pomeranian.' The good is enough to eat, all else is talk. I forget who said that but your poem reminds me of it. The economy is shrinking at the bottom and bloating at the top. Something's gotta give. Gravity is a bring down.
Ah, a love poem! Larry, you old dog. The jingle form is perfect. Fav.
This is just great! Still laughing and love where you made your line breaks..
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Yes, the line breaks are fabulous here.
This exists someplace between Charles Bukowski (the reckless line breaks) and Ogden Nash (if written in long lines that emphasized the rhyme), a cool place to be.
Enjoyed.
never been much
of a small dog
fan, so i have
to say Pomerianian
BarBQ brought a laugh
and respect
for fulfilling
the rhyme with Iranian