The last two posts I’ve done have been on a similar, theme, that of avarice. So todays poem isn’t related to the prompt. However, how about “Richmass” a holiday we could all go out and waste our money buying useless gifts for people, in order to make the rich richer. Mind you, don’t we already have something similar?

Who’s Going to Make You Breakfast of Eggs ?

Would you miss me if I go ?
If I’m not here then how would I know ?
Who would make you breakfast of eggs ? Run his fingers up and down your legs ?

Who would tell you everything’s alright ? Hold you tightly through the night ? Who’d explain the cheats and scammers ? Who would take you to restaurant Mama’s ?

You never understood how people think, I’d explain whilst pot washing at the sink. Who’d explain the crooks and villains, Make you listen to those songs of Dylan’s.

Who would keep the wolf from the door ? Clean the engine oil off the floor ? Forget that last one, that was me, That new rug’s so you wouldn’t see.

All words Meadowhead Bard. Ruined by WordPress editor.