Miserly Misery
He was miserly
with his misery
held it tight
wouldn’t set it free
clutched it screaming
in late night dreaming
gussied it up
with AM preening.
Never cheap
with his misery
he defied the rules
being miserly
spread his gloom
with a cobwebbed broom
swept misery’s web
all around the room.
Oh, the misery
of the miserly
why must they share
their gift with me.
©12/30/2018
Edward Ibeh - sponsor
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