Short Run For Your Money Poems

 symbol, a measure -
an inch, pounds, kilogram:
could we run short of symbols?...

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I have written my fair share of erotic poetry,
but I would never post it here because of my use of profanity,
and I can safely speculate that readers here would view it as pornography,
but I will tell you this, perhaps somewhat pompously,
that I could give 50 Shades of Grey a run for its money....

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I gave my friend a car.
She complained it was not a good one.

I paid her rent for a year.
She resented me for that.

I gave her some clothes.
She threw them out, disgusted they did not have designer labels.

I paid for her dinners when we went out
Because she never brought her wallet.

I paid until she angrily dumped me
Because I had run out of money....

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I’ll follow you
Across the sky
Your trail of light reflected in my black, black eyes
Give the moon a run for her money
She can’t compete
For a moment you’re a glimmer of hope
The cloud’s silver lining
Reappear on the other side
Another case of mistaken identity?
I’ll crash back down to reality.
To the same scenario, again:
A plane mistaken for a shooting star
A shooting star mistaken for a chance...

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We want freedom and want to become free, 
But we live in a cage and are afraid to flee.
We want peace of mind to become free 
But we can’t leave the cage full of luxury.
In freedom, we always want to be happy, 
But for this, we run only after money.
We want freedom so that we can move far away, 
But beyond our luxury cage, we can’t find a way. 
We want freedom so as to live our own way in life, 
But we are afraid of leaving our luxury hive....

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