Failure

Pearcemelville 兎敏

Zengda Emporium & Greed 

Zengda Emporium ~ the failed capitalist was too greedy
His prices were his price it was too high
Two fitty for a hotdog how outrageous I am drawn to say absurd this will not do for you ran counter to philosophy in  pricing when avarice took you over in haste ti make a Buck naked indiscretion when you chose to tread this path to wealth immoderate desire to adorn yourself in gold and silver shred the silverary sovereign from your noticing change those figures to two zeroes Desmond looks upon you from his pulpit in ninth heaven preaching better don't be averse to pen another script your five should continue in a circle you may erase the corner yes the top right angled stroke the one which deviates to left just leave it out completely let the cosmos do the rest in laurels wreath it hardly rates to be a bud in lieu of constellation dreaming please replace this suffix of five zeroes oh he hollers down to you don't you agree that just 2 dollars is a satisfactory reminder of your station This will do  toottoot!

 

 

 

  • Author: Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 9th, 2022 02:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: failure
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  • Bella Shepard

    Amazing how many people, how many empires have failed from the pursuit of wealth and power. It does seem to be ageless. Maybe if we didn't have pockets we wouldn't always be looking for something to line them with. Love the way you have framed this dilemma, good write dear poet!

    • Pearcemelville 兎敏


      My corner shop, underneath a tarpaulin beside the garage, opposite a Greek Orthodox Church and a baseball's throw from the shopping mall where I have induced the coffee shop to revive Vienna Coffee. I sm not an avid baseball fan but enjoy highlights and acrobatic skill in any sport. Please do take a look at the skills of Ichiro, a Japanese national contracted in America some time ago, in all aspects of the game.

      Friday was my first day, one sale, a local returning home with his son. I told him 2 for 1 but will not take payment when he returns. I did not have change for a 20.

      Saturday I equalled failure to achieve an average of 1 sale. three hotdogs, payment received.

      I penned further self criticisms :
      It seems that Zengda Emporium has learned another lesson this day. Residents of Kaleen prefer fried frozen burgers, fried fried frozen chicken wings and chiko rolls to freshly cooked belly pork in soya sauce with rice for eight dollars or chicken wings marinated in soya and sesame oil, 3 for 5 dollars.
      The answer is fast food frozen then fried.
      Stupid failed capitalist, forget earning a living by your talent and merit.
      Sponge off the government instead.
      See the faces, the grins.
      How they mock and jest.

      Can I spark interest in freshly cooked belly pork?
      No thank you , I prefer frozen Burger, byeby

      Would you like 3 chicken wings for $5?

      Aw, you don't have any frozens that are more expensive?
      Can you get some from the takeaway?/ Much nicer!

      Today my usual stall at trashandtreasure morning market in a carpark where Asians will appreciate such culinary fare, not that others don't but more likelihood of sales. Customers are freely invited to refill.

      Love in the Time of Vienna Coffee
      a tale of Unrequited
      Taste

      Long ago now
      when I first noticed her
      peering above the rim
      During that encounter
      her Peak slowly disappeared in
      Spiral swirl
      That began our Taste
      Affair Evenings on
      the Promenade beside the
      river al fresco with a
      whisper in the breeze
      telling me She, she was the one for me, my favourite
      Coffee

      Last orders Sir would
      you care for some
      Sachertorte? The exciting new gateaux, our
      special today
      I'll have one Vienna
      coffee please, 1 more cup of Coffee before I leave
      But I could not savour
      that moment, I was forced
      to depart in a rush
      And as the Taxi sped away
      Its wake left a trace of
      my Heart I caught a
      gl mpse of her soft white
      peak Searching for me
      through the dark

      • Bella Shepard

        Always engaging, thoughtful words, words, words, I just love the words. Keep churning them out dear friend so that I may lose myself in them.



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