Cash is king
In my dream
Robbed the treasury
For a king’s ransom
Why you will ask
Because as the famous
Highwayman said
That’s where all
The cash is
Heard the distant
Thundering hooves
In my haste to flee
Put as much cash
In my pockets
As fast as I can fill
Ran for my dear life
Fast as a gazelle
Jumping over the barricades
Over the hill
Jumped the trenches
With a leap
Sweating and tired
Fell on the otherside
With a thunderous sound
Found myself rolling
Under my bed
My hands through
Holes in my pockets
All my cash
Pipedreams, down the holes

prompt for socs august-13/16

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “cash.” Use it in your post as a noun or a verb… or a name! Enjoy!

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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