I ask the price before buying.
There's a price tag for everything
upon the breakeven a levied charge
for life has not one bit
bought sans the urge to profit
taken home void of bargain
friend, lover, companion
at a price not to be alone
without a fallout of gain or pain
of sweet or bitter taste
lifelong joy or sooner regret.
Do I have a price?
As for my own
I feel always underpaid..
the woman I took to the bed
the child I raised
friends and companions
seem all miserly in paying the dues..
maybe they rue too
I haven't paid theirs.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
I ask the price before buying.
There's a price tag for everything
upon the breakeven a levied charge
for life has not one bit
bought sans the urge to profit
taken home void of bargain
friend, lover, companion
at a price not to be alone
without a fallout of gain or pain
of sweet or bitter taste
lifelong joy or sooner regret.
Do I have a price?
As for my own
I feel always underpaid..
the woman I took to the bed
the child I raised
friends and companions
seem all miserly in paying the dues..
maybe they rue too
I haven't paid theirs.
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