Money Eater

I was hungry

for fat stacks of paper bills,

coins and coupons.

Shopping was medicine

that kept me sane

and protected from alienation.

I craved loonies and toonies

so I can be a rich chick

and a lucky ducky.

Being rich made me

jolly as a hopping frog

and free of salty tears.

I was ravenous for

bronze tickets I could use

to fill up my home library.

I would devour

round and shiny silver coins

at the vast, polished and crowded shopping centre.

When I've eaten all

my fat stacks of coins,

paper bills and coupons,

I was full as a mammoth jar

of marbles, diamonds

and pendants.

Once I had all I wished for

I would sleep like a baby

in a comfy crib.

After I've shopped and walked,

my fear, tension and impatience

would vanish like healed bruises.

Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my addiction-related poems. If you've struggled with the same addiction as me growing up, I'm sure we can all relate. Unless you've struggled with it yourself, you'll never know how debilitating this kind of addiction is. When you think about nothing but money and shopping all the time (I'm not talking about when you want or need to get something the odd time), it loses your ability to enjoy what you have in the moment. If you liked reading this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others and feel free to send me a tip to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more of my Vocal publications, subscribe to me and visit my public profile. Feel free to connect with and follow me on Instagram. Until next time!

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