2018 Sonnet 55

The bills must be paid. The dog must be fed.
The car doesn’t run without gasoline.
It’s all about math, not just in my head,
It’s math at the bank in fat times or lean.

If I ignore it, won’t it go away?
We might find cash, might win the lottery.
Seek and you’ll find and to win you must play.
The meteor might miss the pottery.

Drive on though the tank and the piggy bank
Grow closer to empty as days go by.
Go faster! Outrun disaster! What rank
Do you give to the future? Aw, go fly

A kite! Don’t worry. Start counting your change.
It all goes away when you stop acting strange.

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