The Carrot on the Stick

From Lee Daniel Bullen's book, 'Beset': "While queuing in a painfully-slow Spanish bank I'd so lost the will to live that my mind composed the following poem on materialism for me:"

Money, we’re told, is prize for the true

And looks like a big orange c**k

Moving fast and hard to pursue

High on a pole it hangs from atop

 

“Commit to the chase and claim your prize

In return give us all your favours!”

“The tangerine phallus!” somebody cries

“They say it’s all that can save us.”

Though some will stop and query the race

“I’m not sure I can longer be arsed!

Who moves the carrot through this maze?

It all seems such an elaborate farce.”

“And what did I leave, way over yonder?
So far behind I no longer remember.”

“Are you free now?” A wise man did ponder.

“Indeed.” I replied. “I see their agenda.”

Author's Note

Please be gentle...

Reviews

[Ars Goetia Poetry]

Oh yes, this is just brilliant. How true ;)