Portal mirrors
Material gear and grinning
Ration our fashion
So our threads don’t thin
Steer on into glassy vortex
But to choose the right one
Moment could never be finer
Grab my fingers
Too late to linger
Sign your name
Play the wildcard game
Adventure into the green
Rolling landscapes
With the trees
Where the money hangs low
Oh, those aren’t dollars
They’re pictures of famous people
Cash went extinct
Last decade
When we blinked
And thought we knew
A thing or two
About financial planning
Or IRAs
We served the wrong master
As currency left all the faster
Then the cost of style
Began to ever-pile
So should we stand here awhile?
Before we leap into the mortgage mirror
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (2)
Very well-written!
Very clever and thought-provoking.