Economic break up



I’m in the middle of an economic break up.

There’s no lack of emotion, no waning devotion,

no love lost, no loaded words, no bickering, no spite.

No fights, no third party. He still writes me songs,

but my heart’s in recession.

We’re resigned, us both, to our different destinations,

but George, I’ll Guido Fawk you over

and Mariano, my ex-boy’s going to Murdoch all your assets

just as soon as we’ve both escaped

our economic heartbreak.


Copyright © 2012. Elizabeth Lamb

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