poor little rich boy

if cruel words were worth

a fraction of their cost

and all you spent

was a cent of who cares

on a letter that you

wrote without any ink

on a paper of glass

stained with blood

of my tried

and weakened attempts

at lifting lead

off my heart,

you,

would be,

a fucking,

millionaire.

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2 Responses to poor little rich boy

  1. Dr. Suess-Zues Zen says:

    Lovely, a great mixture of an expression of pain with dark lifting humor. At least that’s the way it struck me. Thank you

    -J

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