Friday, November 26, 2010

BOUGHT A HOUSE

BOUGHT A HOUSE

Bought another house
Closer to the river
Where I can see the peasants
Drown.

God bless them…

Bought another villa
Next to the other one
And right next door to the
President.

He’s a laugh and a
Half…

Looking to buy a palace
Beneath the heavens
Where the only way is
Down.

(Don’t be jealous,
Come and visit,
Bring gifts,
Credit cards, loans,
Real good deals.)

Will find the money
To renovate my homes,
My sweet sweet homes,
Terrible,
Yes,
But it’s so hard being poor,
It is it really is
Impossible to get by
Oh my poor poor children:
Devastating.
And
You’ll never know
The pain, the true true pain
Of living with only
Four homes, three cars and
Two vineyards, four dogs,
Three cats, two cockatoos
And a wife.

--This poem is from The Wooden Tongue Speaks, by Bogdan Tiganov, soon to be published by Honest Publishing.

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