Poet Zone.
Storm.
Inside these wild woods
Is a rage like a rising flood
Seeds scattered by the wind
Come together in a gathering
Voices rumble under open skies
Words rain harder, a wind flies
A storm is about to break
Vengeance will arrive, to end the heartache
A Millionaire.
A millionaire
Who can’t make his money count
Just doesn’t add up
The ringtone on his mobile
Sounds like ‘Money for Nothing’
All poems: © Andy Szpuk 2013 and are reproduced here with the kind permission of the author.
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