spending money

A poem.


spending money
spending money
all i want to do is spend my money
not save it all miserly or donate it to the deaf
just spend it on myself again and again

big ticket purchase?
spend my money
eating out gorgeous?
spend my money!
another selection in the library of things?
ring the drawstring on the ATM machine!
take it, it’s yours’
and all the misery a zero-balance brings!
ting ting a-ling!

take my money!
take my money
all i want to do is give corporations my money
not hoard fat stacks in my underwear drawer
so my wife wonders what i spend so much time in there for

another night alone without
any interesting free porn?
your credit card number is already linked to that account.
car acting out?
it comes out like honey as i gas it up, too
cause i spend so much time with the engine running
smoking weed and wondering when it all went idling

burn my money
burn my money
all i want to do it hurl my money
in one of those bonfires we used to make back in school
at those weekend dyke parties i was always too scared to go to
and watch that training wage go up in flames
seems like things have always been this way

credit card statement?
a drop of blood for you…
student loan payment?
a drop of blood for you…
commercial tobacco?
i suppose you can have one, too
since the only peace i seem to get
is the neighbors out back
listening to another one of my coughing attacks

and now i’m dead
really dead
can’t take it with you when you’re fucking dead
though i guess you could like Tutenkhamun
if modern real estate affords you the room
in your quad-shrined casket under artificial grass.
i hope this whole thing didn’t make me sound like a cheap-ass.

//jf 1.21.2023


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