My 20 dollar burger meal
about to be bought with
someone else's debt
interrupted by a downpour
– Another beer please
The wish to finish fast -
a proper ending
to a poem that may
attract human eyes
so I can buy food next month
with money someone else owes
The hazy beer about to be devoured
stands firmly on the rickety table
to later be pissed out, competing
with the heavy rain, for the attention
of the July-dry soil
On the pier, children
laughing and running about
carefree and happily unaware, of
income taxes and repo rates -
Envy is soon overshadowed, by
sorrow that they too
will accept the illusion
