Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag #284 (here)
Sunday Whirl given words:
bridge skirt teeth cell poor friends tower
money organs signal DNA pond
A bridge too far
So he thought muddled
Wild ideas fleeting in his mind
Skirting over locked gates
Gritting his teeth
He could not sail over them
He assailed his options
For having lost his cell phone
Poor soul he was not able to call his friends
Problem, problems
all towering listlessly over his head
A load of bricks numbing his conscience
What could he possibly do
With no money it wickedly
transformed in his mind
perhaps to beg
but that would take time
to garner a sizeable amount
As an easy way out perhaps
to donate his organs
but he was not made out to beg
nor had he the guts to donate
precious little of his person
It signaled an outright no-no
Aha! what about 'money the root of all evils'
no, he had not the guts again
to break the law
his DNA said it loud and clear
He decided to swallow his pride
Ponds, rivers and the seas to overcome
To look up his loving mother
Left in a huff but he would be coming back!
I can understand why his mother may have turned him out to begin with..let's hope she is wise enough to turn him away again!
ReplyDeleteMoney sure can make people do dumb things. Some people need a push
ReplyDeleteSome people never seem to learn to stand on their own two feet
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this absolutely unique take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
=)
Quite intriguing story...
ReplyDeleteWow, you saw a lot in that image. Like a slow descent of a desperate man...
ReplyDeleteSoon it will soothe his troubled mind ...
ReplyDeleteIn the end, he chose right!
ReplyDeleteAahhh... Nothing like a good Mum when the chips are down. Hope Mum receives him warmly then arranges for him to muster some responsibility.
ReplyDeleteMoving poem ... Bastet
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