Strapped, with cash
by Darren K. Sanders
Preoccupied with economic articulations of life that be,
Retracing the beaten path, human touch breaks handle off my cup of tea
Was I subpoenaed to blurt out my subtleties as gothic style poetry,
The sky was falling upon my sense of cash flow while under coy tree
Uncultivated frustration not always conveniently window-dressed,
Forget indicting white-collar crimes, at any time covertly suppressed
Corporate irony, the snafu on the perch, the size of that boulder,
Whistle blower on the other side need first look over either shoulder
Notable status bar so high, have to pole vault from atop cloud nine,
Underbelly with feet on the ground, new metaphor for toe the line
So plausible to label penniless in fear when patience is wearing thin,
It once was overwhelming when given cement boots and neither fin
Underworld has a variety of meanless ends yet knowledge is concealed,
Leaving mentalities to squeam, my state of mind uneasily being peeled
Asea with monetary suffering, their prioritized denial forever erratic,
Portrait of a deserted island absorbing ones finances if uncharismatic
I virtually walked ethereal plank after mentally sailing the 7 seas,
Imagine deeper reserves except for 3-quarter compounded annual fees
Yet reflected neath financial forecasting preheated in contemplation,
Telescopic issues inflaming juridic minds, burning rubber in rotation
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