Cash CowA Poem by JRI’m on my own; its all on me the weight is like a plush bear pressed inexorably into my whole body at once there is no out there is only plush and the strain to breathe everyone wants their money everyone wants me to f*****g MOO like the cash cow I’ve become but they don’t realize (the weight) they don’t know how my sides strain to inhale and how the bleat gets stolen by the stuffing. I’m drowning in plain air but they want me to perform they want to see my heels they want me to clap to dance to tell jokes be the spark in the dark room but they don’t know (the weight) they don’t know the plush they don’t know that I drown every day more and more while only clear air surrounds me. They want my breath but it’s stolen. They want my bulk but it’s disintegrating. They want my stones but they don’t clack anymore. Fingers broken. Head lowly. I’m drowning in plain air this isn’t me waving goddamnit. This isn’t me waving hello to you.
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Added on June 10, 2023 Last Updated on June 10, 2023 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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