Shylock, how dare you!
Giving all that you’ve got.
Expecting so little in return.
Your lowered expectations.
Over drawn so long
As sunset paints
Your green thumb red
By the mutterings of a lost soul.
Usury didn’t matter.
Profit didn’t matter.
You wanted a friend.
To have, to hold, to feed
A friend in need.
Promises made to keep.
Only to be broken
Like my faith in you.
Not losing my soul
Over what wasn’t true:
Charity and hope
Came and went, too.
Eventually my promises
To you will catch up.
Tag, you’re it.
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Actually, I don’t get this one. It didn’t flow well. It’s a warm evening, too.
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