I went on line early one day
Looking at my accounts
I knew I had some bills to pay
I couldn’t believe the amounts!
Panic stricken I clicked the mouse
There was something terribly wrong
I checked the bank, the brokerage house
Where had my money gone?
A million bucks, that’s all that’s left!
I know this can’t be right!
I think it must be Internet theft!
The cash has gone from my sight!
I gave a million to charity
So that couldn’t be the reason
The tax break will come back to me
With funding for next season
It couldn’t have been the mink I bought
It was only eight hundred K
It can’t be the diamond earrings I sought
I’m buying them today
I’ll call my lawyer and my dad
There must be something I can do
This terrible mess is really sad
There must be someone I can sue
No one will like me anymore
I’ll probably lose my honey
He’ll think I’m just a nasty whore
Because I lost my money
My stomach is tied in a knot
I’ll never get the expansion
I’m going to lose the yacht
I’ll probably lose the mansion
Chapter seven; that’s what I’ll file
My head hurts bad it’s really sore
I’ll fire the help but at least I’ll smile
Now I know what it’s like to be poor
Author notes
#1 - Picture Inspired
In a list
A contest entry
- 148th Contest by Tarja.
450 points, ended January 12, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very humorous. Thank you for giving the contest a nice spin... so far the entries have all been quite serious and slightly depressing. 
Thanks again and good luck. This was very well written and amusing.
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LMAO....
You are too much woman...
I KNOW you are the only one who took this standpoint on this contest...
too damn funny...
you gave me a tickle...
as usual
xo
Sahabah -
This is a great write of how some who are of fortune may feel, Yet anyone would feel this if rob of their possesions. In the end true richness is not money. It may come in handy but, in time it could be replaced. Those we love, our family friends,co workers are what makes us rich. Those memorys we make with them. The happy ,sad and rough times we go through together. Well done.
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Thanks, I agree, if you read my response to the last comment; wealth is not measured in dollars. This is a contest poem done for fun.
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Poor!? ILL SHOW YOU POOR! ive got five dollars. aw...i made myself sad
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Don't be sad. Rich isn't measured in dollars.
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lol...c'mere mon cheri, I will give you a million dollars. This is a great poem to start off my Sunday. You made me smile. Love Lane
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LOL, it should have said a billion. I’m a high maintaince girl.
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I'm totally bookmarking this! Geez... (And my parents are teachers... We're a LONG ways from a million dollars! ) Good luck in the contest!
Cassie
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This is cute. A great way to turn the tables. Three very wise investment bunnies to get you back on top.
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