CONFESSIONS OF SPENDING THE AMERICAN DREAM

With my best tone-deaf voice, I sing a song,

In the tune of Snow White’s dwarfs catchy tune,

“I owe, I owe, so off to work I go.”

In competing to keep up with neighbors,

I aim to stay one step ahead of all.

In having the latest and the greatest,

In all my autos, electronics and

Gadgets spread inside and outside my home.

I manage to charge up my credit cards,

Increasing my debt each and every day.

I barely make the minimum payments,

Stores don’t even bat an eyelash or two,

When I reach in my wallet and look in,

I debate which of my many charge cards,

Begging to be swiped, as if they’re screaming,

“Pick me! Pick me!” then I have to decide.

My bi-weekly paycheck evaporates,

To debtors faster than the pay I earn.

My addiction grows exponentially,

With every wish and desire of must haves.

Knowing I don’t have the cash, I still spend,

Often on frivolous today’s must haves,

Only becoming tomorrow’s thrift shop find.

Then, before I gain control of myself,

I find myself repeating this cycle,

Justifying to myself once again,

Why I just spent my own hard-earned money,

On something which clearly was useless junk.

I justify to myself than others,

The why and when I needed to have it,

Yet, their refuted voices were drowned out,
By the louder voice talking in my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Post-Note:   This was a writing challenge in one of my writer's clubs to involve the term "money" in either narrative/prose or poetry of any style.  The piece has to be not true to you or your style of writing.  This contradicts me as I am very responsible with my money and don't often just buy something for the sake of momentarily feeling the need to burn my money on something later I will regret nor do I often write in a comical or humorous tone.