Pollyanna Has Mugged Me
Like a small child in a candy store
I was thrilled but indecisive
All ever I wanted, and even more
Is there for me each day I live
Unfortunately, I haven't the cash
To realise my desires
My existence is a sorry mishmash
And all my friends are cheats and liars
At times, I've contemplated suicide
But death is no sweeter than life
My ambivalence I know you deride
But that is your job, as my wife
Contributors: | N, F. |
Poem finished: | 14th August 2003. |