My Business is of a Delicate Nature

My Business is of a Delicate Nature

A Poem by Prolific In Verse
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Suppose a line ends the world, what would you say?

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I’m on self-exile, sent to mamma

With a new bunch of manna

The communism of silk of verse

 

Scribbling like therapy, free association

Thrust upon me like low-brow

Ruffling my dirty hair

 

I feel no love without it

I should be in the middle of monsoon

Here I recline in my idleness

 

Like a flower of the lost fields

I am the thought after a long day’s work

I want the committee of cruel women

 

To tell me where I went wrong?

But they barely speak, no rewards

For my love wage, my specialist’s rate

 

What shall I charge next time?

When they all don’t believe in what I offer

Without a price, altruism is not my

 

Topmost level, it’s my republic baseline

My prewar norm of untamed love

 

The pig-iron of all I know how to wield

Collecting taxes from broken citizens.

 

© 2013 Prolific In Verse


Author's Note

Prolific In Verse
Poetry, is my depleted cashbox

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oh nice... economics and art! really enjoyed this.... the little bits of truths and self admissions.. and perhaps disparaging against the dynamics of male/female relationship in its typicality? relationships and economics and society..... really intricate blend.... well done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Prolific In Verse

11 Years Ago

You seem to write good reviews, I am grateful.

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