POETIC BEGGING

Please, Coach Tony, Sir, Please

I need dough like you need dough

You took over Medium and called yourself Coach. Your eggs, which shouldn’t all be in one basket, Do you know how to scramble, or do you just poach? Don’t get too mad, and don’t blow a gasket.

I’m here right now, Coach, with a simple request. Could you give us more money, more dough, more bread. We’ll read your horse stall matt stories if that would be best. Can we get more money if we give you more stories and get them all read?

Will it get us the boost if we like what you like? That thing is fantastic, exploding earnings into space. What is your thing? Maybe riding a bike? We could be buds on Mastadon, though we don’t get that place.

We’ve got lots of debt, the bills are so high. There are so many costs, so many fees. We love writing here, but sometimes we cry. We need more than 6 cents a story, Coach Tony, sir, please.

This poem is part of Smillew Rahcuef’s poetry contest at the Pub.