The plastic creature slithers over to me
leans smugly against my barren tree;
wears its Master’s logo and Cheshire smile
offers zero percent including free miles;
promises to take a bite out of my debt
as long as what's in fine print is met;
Says it will lend practically for free
reaches up and picks money from my tree;
until no lush green bills are left at all
winter can’t be far since it looks like fall,
and if it is plastic all the way to the roots
should of thought twice before eating its fruit.
A contest entry
- Poetry Themes by Nicole Hanna.
1000 points, ended March 3, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I'm wondering about the odd spacing between words in some lines. Not sure if it was intentional, or just the way it happened while you were typing. At any rate, it was a great poem, and I'm glad to have it entered in my contest.
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