tapping her manicured nails on the desk
she expounded on her hardships
tugging the hearts strings with her needs
she couldn't live in an apartment
not after a gorgeous house
and the landlord should understand
how could she afford the rent
after quitting her benefit-providing job
blinded by the multiple diamonds
I bit my tongue to retorts
internally fuming at her entitlement
couldn't return to school
without paying for the first time around
greedy government wanting their loan repaid
and though I wished her well
as she clasped her Gucci purse to leave
mostly I wished her clarity
that before she dug too deep a hole
(possibly too late already)
she adjust to the life she has
instead of the life she left behind
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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Only two more to go. Amazing.
ReplyDeleteWait a minute - I mean just one more to go. What was I thinking?
ReplyDeleteI was wondering the same thing. Let's not drag this out. I'm ready to say "Success and Done!"
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