rough diamonds that they are
with facets not yet shining
still spilling clumsy sun puppies
for easily amused yuppies
who are we to assign value
where detritus has accrued
wrap ’em all up in newspaper
alongside kale sandwiches
staled by yesterday’s news
stained with tomorrow’s clues
who are you to assign value
where truth’s bones have accrued
in seven days they’ll be polished
by bacon grease & oily lies
fakely shining like no tomorrow
like sun pups dead to further sorrow
who am i to assign value
where death & taxes have accrued
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024






I love this use of food. Has historical forebears: Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye…
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Yes, we were thinking of this as we wrote the poem, Crispina. I’m so delighted that you made this association! 😊
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Great minds, as they say
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Tony, you are making terrific songs – start singing them already!
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Just testing out my singin’ pipes now…
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And your guitar fingers?
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And my kazooing lips! 😛
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LOL 😻
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Well written
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You’re very kind! 🙏
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Keep the magic going, Tony
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We will try! 😊
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‘Sun puppies,’ there’s a hell of a line.👏
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Why thank you! 😊
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