A Loan, Alone
poem by:
Raychill Ellisonwonderland
Written
on Feb 01, 2017
Content Note: Coercion, exploitation, illicit exchange, and survival under threat. Leave me a loan, So I can keep spending time— Endlessly paying for consequences. Hand me the shrapnel from your pockets. Then, like a bullet, I’ll whistle past you, Shooting to the moon While you eye my shiny change. Sing me your song— I’ll turn your notes into a heavenly hit A score that’s off the record. Leave me alone. Or you're gonna pay.
Tags: anger, dark,
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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
A clever play on words that convey a powerful sardonic message. Very effective
Christopher Russon
commented:
Very well written poem with depth.
