NaPoWriMo Day 7, 2022

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Today’s prompt challenges us “to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying. They say that “all cats are black at midnight,” but really? Surely some of them remain striped. And maybe there is an ill wind that blows some good. Perhaps that wind just has some mild dyspepsia.  Whatever phrase you pick, I hope you have fun complicating its simplicity. Happy writing!” (Full NaPoWriMo post available here.)

I questioned the phrase “Money talks.” I thought it would be fun and funny to personify money and see where it takes me. I used a bunch of other proverbs about money (find source here), as well as the three Latin inscriptions on the dollar bill (find source here).

Money Talks

Have you ever tried your wit on a dollar?
What about a nickel? A dime?
A gold bullion?
Money is silent like death
and equally grim.

I tried conversing with Money
in our early days
of cohabitation. I told Money
I loved him. Big mistake.
He tore his gorgeous green eyes
from the stock market app
on his phone and said,
Annuit Coeptis.
In other words, he approved.

Money never loved me back,
I know it now. He preferred more
glamorous company
and only knocked on my door
when no one else was available.

E Pluribus Unum
was his favorite phrase.
He had me embroider it on our pillows,
emblazon it on our bed.
He made my world go round.
We talked about numerous children,
a dynasty of cool, self-possessed,
green-eyed gods.
Now I take it he meant
there was enough of him
to go around.

Lately, Money has been sending me
Cease and Desist letters
for badmouthing him to my friends.
There’s hardly anyone left
he hasn’t slept with.
He paid them handsomely to keep
their mouths shut.
I’ve heard he’s starting a new
business venture, something he calls
Novus Ordo Seclorum,
some kind of New Order of the Ages.
Sounds fishy to me.

If he ever comes back,
I’ll say, Money, put yourself
where your mouth is.
Time may be you, but you’re not
worth my time.
You can’t buy happiness, Money,
I’ll say, and no matter
how many men you’ve made,
you could never make me a woman.

I’ll tell Money he’s the root of all evil,
no wonder he has trouble
growing on trees.
That he doesn’t only make a bad
master, he makes a bad lover.
He won’t like that last one at all.
He prides himself on his
fiscal technique,
which, I begrudgingly admit,
is a couple of notches above

I might also go weak
in my knees when I see him.
It depends on what Latin phrases
he pulls out of his pocket
and how many proverbs we exchange.
If Money ever talks to me
while holding my hand, while
gazing into my eyes,
I am gone.
The spirit might be willing,
but the flesh is weak.
Don’t judge. Money is power
and it takes Money
to make more of him
and who am I
to look a gift horse in the mouth?

8 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 7, 2022

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  1. Fresh (unlike money), brilliant, and witty! I had a good laugh too as I reached the end. You are magical, a beautiful wordsmith Goddess. Love you always, beautiful sister ❤️🐝🙏🏾

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  2. This : “I’ll say, and no matter
    how many men you’ve made,
    you could never make me a woman.”

    appeals to me as a woman and as a feminist.

    Super read. Cheers.

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