For today’s prompt (day twelve), write a lament poem. Maybe you lament a
relationship or a missed opportunity. Or maybe it’s that doughnut (maybe
speaking from personal experience). Whatever it is, today is the day to let it
all out–in poem form, of course.
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| Your Money or Your Life |
Freedom
The citizens lamented
something had gone
terribly wrong but couldn’t
quite put their finger on it.
Darren said the local
discount stores had gone
out of business,
and the water commission
had made new provisions
of sprinkling only on
Tuesdays, three to five.
Johnny added that records
showed little Theresa’s
mother failed to pay,
had her daughter’s
hot lunch taken away.
Beth repeated evening news—
commuters on downtown
streets would soon
be tolled; and later,
those just out for a stroll
would pay to cruise
city sidewalks.
The lunch bell rang
and off they hoofed
back to their stalls
where bosses
monitored every call
and email they received
and sent. After all,
they were being paid
for those jobs,
and those in charge
needed assurance
they were worth
every cent.
something had gone
terribly wrong but couldn’t
quite put their finger on it.
Darren said the local
discount stores had gone
out of business,
and the water commission
had made new provisions
of sprinkling only on
Tuesdays, three to five.
Johnny added that records
showed little Theresa’s
mother failed to pay,
had her daughter’s
hot lunch taken away.
Beth repeated evening news—
commuters on downtown
streets would soon
be tolled; and later,
those just out for a stroll
would pay to cruise
city sidewalks.
The lunch bell rang
and off they hoofed
back to their stalls
where bosses
monitored every call
and email they received
and sent. After all,
they were being paid
for those jobs,
and those in charge
needed assurance
they were worth
every cent.
*****
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