we wear credit card debt like make up,
student loans like hand-me-down suits
that
drown our hunched shoulders
and our
stubby, impotent arms. our
borrowed food is repaid
tenfold
in abandoned benefits, laughable freedoms, papier-mâché
unions. the interest I pay is your new yacht.
and you have the nerve to ask
why I don’t want to play with you
anymore.
***
(Minneapolis, MN -- September, 2022)
I think this poem has some good symbolism and a strong message. It's just a little too short and unoriginal for me.
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