The money plant Rain falls on the windscreen in shades of grey brown and fogged-up blue, car become boat in the rain-clogged road floating away like in a Monet, into the evening mess. Frayed nerves, rules break, as dangers lurk. The wiper slow tells its tale own. Irrelevant discourse, irreverent songs, the FM trend for DJ fame. And we have two rivers in our city, swelling in refuse, bolstered by the rain; And we have two beaches in our city, soak in the surf, if you can ignore the rubble; And we have many parks in our city where litter garlands our heroes daily; The last patch of green, cramped between rising heights all around, accursed of dump and construction junk, steals a dying look at the moon late. A walk in the woods, by the mist, by late evening. A stroll, warm, through a field covered in snow. Nice paintings on my concrete wall. Im told, the money plant is good for ones health. Trees, a luxury for our wealth. These are all good developments. Hyper malls round the corner. Home prices, soaring to Kepler. Please pour in more investment into my country. Guaranteed, riches grow in multiplication. The markets are all about manipulation. Earlier, countries badgered the rich with the begging bowl - now, they lobby them by the investment bowl; Easy money, easy rise, nasty toll all around...Money plant: a creeper used for interior decoration - en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Money_plant
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 21:24:48 +0000
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