Where is the millionaire
Who was supposed to be there?
The donation button is
Sadly languishing
Cyber loneliness
Button refutation -
While the plaster is
Slowly falling
Home repairs
Futilely calling
Just one of you
In this wandering world
Certainly must see
That such poetry !
Needs supporting
Like a good solid
Undergarment
Not too tight
But not sagging
Outright
And that the poet is
Getting older and
Needs to stop climbing up
On ladders
Must needs go to lunch
With girlfriends
And such
All the blood, sweat, and
Tears
I put into this
( not much)
One of you out there
From aboard the yacht
Bored to death
(Maybe)
Could just bother yourself
A bit
To unleash a little
largess
Upon
Such as -
Me
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