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Fun Little Free Verse Poetry

Become a Friend of Medium for double the original fee.

It’s the start of the end, I can promise, you’ll see.

Soon we’ll all have to pay that hiked-up price.

For a pittance a month, if we’re happy to roll the dice.

I hate that you have to be rich to make money.

My pockets are empty, and I can barely afford honey.

Can someone please tell me the secret to find my riches,

With my shitty poems that I hope leave you with stitches?

I could try to sell pictures of my feet on an Only Fans Page,

Is there a need for Hobbit-lookalike feet so I can earn a wage?

I could teach my dog to dance and all the different tricks,

although if I am honest, my dog only knows how to lick.

I guess I’ll have to write about AI, making money and how to write.

It seems to be the only way to make money on this site.

So, RIP poems and my stupid attempts to rhyme.

Time to turn into a life of crime!