Prompt: Write a blues sonnet
Money’s getting scarcer by the day
money’s getting scarcer ev’ry day
I’m juggling bills, there’s always more to pay.
I think this week I’ll manage and we’ll eat
this week I think I’ll manage, we will eat
but then they raise the rent, we’re on the street.
We don’t know where the next cent’s coming from
we don’t know where the next meal’s coming from
we don’t know where to find another home.
I used to have a cat I couldn’t feed
I used to have a cat I didn’t need
I gave him to a friend who could afford
such luxuries as roof and food and pet.
I don’t know how much lower I can get.
(Slightly exaggerated, don't worry - I would NEVER give away my two beautiful cats!)
I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
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With a talent so grand and words so deep I can't believe that money does not fall at your feet.
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Fantastic! :)
Ha ha ha! Well done.
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