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wealth
by Peter Hsuit's funny
your hard work is
my juvenile misery
the plastic sum of your life
secretly wasting away under my hands
as i complain of unwanted wealth
to those who better understand
the importance of small things.
i don't blame you.
i'm spending your name on nothing
i never wanted it
but i can't blame you.
martyr mother
left me with her crushing currency
and i do not know how
to spend this guilt. 01/22/2007 Author's Note: we are experiencing some technical difficulties. please bear with us at this time while our experienced technical staff determines the cause of the problem.
Posted on 01/22/2007
Copyright © 2026 Peter Hsu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/22/07 at 03:08 PM Clearly, I'm missing out on some good stuff, as I honestly don't think I've read more than a couple of your poems. This one's great. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/22/07 at 05:03 PM You do know how to get the core of things. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/22/07 at 05:04 PM rather "get to the core of things". sheesh... |
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