November 11, 2019
"Mes de los Muertos"

 

One half a Mil

 
 
 

One half a Mil

I had a dream;
I had money;
I bought the dream,
for 500 K,
or half a mil;
I had it all;
I spent it all.

They were happy,
to take my dough,
to get the loot,
to sell me a dream,
for 500 K,
a half a mil.

I had it all,
I wanted more,
I needed no more,
I wanted it;
I had the dough,
I could afford
to buy the dream;
they were too happy
to sell it to me,
the dream
for 500 K
a half a mil.

I've lost it all,
the dream,
the half a mil,
the 500 K.
It is all gone,
to the crooks
who were so happy
to take my money,
and spend it all
on their dream.

And now I have nothing,
no more 500 K,
no more half a mil;
just a little place,
a little job,
a little life;
yet I won.
I gained it all;
no more dream,
just a life,
as it should be;
my life,
and it is free.






Article © Fabrice Poussin. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-10-02
Image(s) are public domain.


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