Promises, promises.
Apple-feighned oranges.
Addicts claim rehab,
yet itch to have more of this.
Order this, order that.
Bought a fish, got a cat.
Bigger boats needed,
yet neither floats even.
Buyers remorse?
Get me all worked up then buy me a horse.
I’m addict by choice.
Level headers rejoice!
I’m not buying what I can’t afford.
I’m not lying about what i hoard.
I mean store. I’m not a hoarder…
I get angry, my patience grows shorter.
Riddled me this, tit for tat.
Little needs more of this and that.
The more i’ve had, the more I lost.
The less I sell, the more it cost.
Few are more while plenty seem less.
I rather keep one while you claim the mass.








Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent write my friend and congrats on being selected for the Anthology. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian! 🙏🏻
Biggie said, “more money, more problems.” Our grandfather said, “we we lived happily without it until we could afford it or believed that we could. Tight and congrats
Truth 🙏🏻 Thank you for the kind words!
Excellent piece of poetry here. Congratulations for being selected for the Anthology.
Thank you so much Visions!
Congratulations! I can’t wait until it comes out.
Very exciting!
Thank you! 💕 I can’t wait either! I think it comes out at the end of the month.