If I had a dollar for every time someone 

Wanted my 2 cents, 

I’d be able to sell them 

for the price of a penny my thoughts.

And once I’d have enough, I’d exchange all that spare change, 

sell that silver spoon I’ve been suckling on as well,

Since that that’s where all my money seems to be.

I’d sell my rags to goodwill, 

And if there’s’ any of the king’s ransom left, 

I’d Buy me the ability to 

Show some 12-carat self-restraint online,

For the all insurmountable price 

Of some fucking common-sense. 

This article first appeared in Issue 3, 2019.
Posted 6:12pm Thursday 7th March 2019 by Bart English.