Running out of St**m

by Valpo

(wallet full of self-esteem
e-wallet full of steem;
today the bards have bifolds
that are bursting at the seam);

am i a whore?
just writing for greed...
a hundred words more
the world doesn't need
i beg on the block
of the cryptoexchange,
chained to the stocks -
not seeking out change.
the exchange of some bits
for the frenzy of news;
for a few hundred hits,
the bits are the muse!

(laissez-faire american
dream apple pie and gun
but they won't let us buy a piece
so we can't join the fun);

a writer can claim
to wield a white dart
and with unfailing aim
pierce red through the heart
and find words in the gore
of ethereal soul --
but i am a whore.
so ether's the goal.

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