Poor kid

sorenbarrett

As a child we were so poor

that I couldn't afford an imaginary friend

For Christmas my favorite gift for sure

was a second hand air guitar for pretend

 

When I was small we were so poor

I only got to eat dirt, when company came

Although it made us as babies sore

disposable diapers we did reclaim

 

Often I would have to run

to avoid repossession of my skin as raiment

Daily, they would turn off the sun

due to lack of payment

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2023 17:53
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    Aww, why was Christmas banned in our house? Cos Santa made an awful mess coming down the chimney, and ruined our lounge carpet each year. lol.

    • sorenbarrett

      How discourteous of him. Was if from all the coal in his bag? lol Thanks for the review Orchi.

      • orchidee

        Some fat [*censored word!*] in a funny costume and white beard coming down the chimney. What next?! lol.

      • Bella Shepard

        Now that's what I call really poor!

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks Bella for the review. Yes not me just someone I knew.

        • rhmn_7

          Can't afford an imaginary friend, that truly is sad..

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks for the review and comment

          • L. B. Mek

            'Daily, they would turn off the sun
            due to lack of payment'
            what a wording of bleak hopelessness
            just so despairingly vivid
            and poignantly acute
            why does our misery, help
            elevate our artistry
            what a curse of creativity...
            simply Brilliant, my wise friend
            thank you!

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks dear friend. You are right whether misery or abject joy the extreems seem to bring out artisry, be it poetry or painting or music.



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