Tuesday, 23 March 2010


Sell everything
I am lucky to get
what I have got
after all it probably just pays
for the carpets on your boat
eradicate the past
pretend it didn't exist
confuse me with facts and figures,
exhaust me,
take away my youngest child
by not sticking up for me
change everything
so you can con yourself
take take take
take the money
don't pay interest
you have to keep up
with Russian trash
splash out on diamonds
fill your house with fake
grab smash and lust

1 comment:

AMP said...

Hi Amanda,

I hope all is well. I know to write poetry like this is expensive.

You are thought of.