Spoiled Rotten

Gulping a rancid pill

Sliding down the esophagus

After it settles and calms the spasms

I stare into the spoiled rotten hound

Giving up treasured dreams

Disregarding my points of view

Ignored wants and needs

Claiming to listen

But to only hear jumbled words

Questioning minuscule worth

Dollar signs draw your attention

As you stand there in your cashmere

You just need me in a coffin

to paint the picture in wide frames

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