
Image From Pinterest
raise the ceiling
more room for incompetence
it’s only play money
borrowed with unborn hands
gilding funhouse promises
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Image From Pinterest
raise the ceiling
more room for incompetence
it’s only play money
borrowed with unborn hands
gilding funhouse promises
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
YUP, the funhouse = House of Horrors!
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makes me want to scream
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Ah, yes – the love of money IS the root of all evil . . .
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and the system is putrid with it
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Great image. Depressing observation. I’d rather read your poetry than the newspaper.
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ha ha = I gave up newspapers long ago
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