The Cocktail PartyA Poem by Tionge Rosalie JohnsonAs I sit here, champagne glass in hand, I ponder my love affair with money. A mix of pleasure and pain, its seduction, reels me in. Our flirtation with big yachts, mansions, and
country clubs. Its pain of exchanging
you, and them, for business
meetings and trips. I’ll probably divorce my
relationship with money, Even if it treats me
right. But I don’t plan on
leaving, my glass of champagne. I’m a business woman at an alcoholic prestige
party, whose worked her whole
life… to make this relationship
work. © 2016 Tionge Rosalie Johnson |
AuthorTionge Rosalie JohnsonSyracuse , NYAboutI'm a graduate student at the S.I Newhouse School of Public Communications studying Arts Journalism where I am specializing in theatre. I have a great passion for writing and editing written work and .. more..Writing
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