Pieces of Parsimony
Counting every dollar
Pieces of parsimony,
Counting every dollar,
All she wants is money,
I hear her yell and holler.
Being underhanded,
Telling blatant lies,
Leaving others stranded,
You know it’s mine, she cries.
Materialistic moments,
Seem to fill her days,
As the fiddling foments,
She deals with her affrays.
I don’t know why I love her,
|Because she’s done me wrong,
She is a cagey cat and cur,
I guess I’m not that strong.
Pantomimes of punishment,
Pieces of pretence,
I’m waiting for atonement,
The words in my defence.
Fragmentation feelings,
It seems some fall apart,
Some sense sometimes comes from stealing,
The horse before the cart.
Paralysed by panic,
Whoever wins may lose,
The losers then turn manic,
I’m glad I’m not in their shoes.
Pieces of Parsimony,
The winners lost it all,
Bare and without money,
The meek and mild stand tall.
©
David Rudder
23rd November 2017
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