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eeny meeny
by Charlie Morganever since newton invented gravity
apples fall, monarchs too;
wishful hopes for the tosspot's sober youth
drift away like the steamy, alcohol breath.
he staggers, over-placing each stride-step
with cheeks aglow from society's disgust.
his bottle serves as his mother's teat
giving him the nectar that builds loss.
gap-toothed, he begs, cajoles heart-heavy
professionals out of hard-earned cash.
the trade: a day's sum for a life--sum life? 10/04/2007 Posted on 10/04/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/04/07 at 09:47 PM Fascinating bit of sad societal comment. Nice play on words at the end. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/16/08 at 11:23 PM one of the reasons i love you... the way you notice and whom you notice. maybe the power did not pass from you as you went by, but it did when you sat down to write this... jc among us you r. |
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