Get Your Premium Membership

In For the Money

I thought you were my honey but you were in for the money I sent you to those classes I bought your ugly glasses I gave you that Camaro You shot me with an arrow I met your Kin You broke my chin I asked you why you punched my eye I gave you love You gave a shove I did your clothes You broke my nose I changed your sheets you walked the streets I walked your dog You called me hog I rubbed your feet You ate my meat I did your dishes you mocked my wishes You loved me not You sold my cot I did so care You left me bare You were in for the money Weren't you, honey? Copyright McCuen 2008

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things