Some things are meant to rest.
You gave your all. It’s the best.
If you would, we would promise to
close the back door at your request.
Whistle blowers stand up and sue!
Justice has been long overdue.
We chose to come with love and just.
The time has come! We always knew.
Worthless notes are backed with disgust:
Full faith and credit with failed trust
were fueled by greed that made earth’s war-
The broken hearted bites the dust.
Through subconscious mind of a whore:
From shams to write-offs and offshore
to ruinous high credit score;-
It’s time to open your last door.
Another poem of quatrain with chain rhyme pattern of aaba, bbcb, ccdc and dddd.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.