Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: poem

December 16, 2024

real estate lotto

each year my real estate agent
gifts me a lottery ticket for xmas,
one of those $2 scratchers that
you   can win   (maybe) $20k....or a couple of bucks,
more than likely just a couple of bucks,
and i figured she sends me this just in case i win
the $20k and want to use that sweet, sweet lotto winnings
as a down payment on a rental property,
so that i can have tenants that don't like me,
and something akin to passive income,
but i don't what that sort of stress,

though i'm not sure i'm ready
to tell my real estate agent that yet
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June 7, 2024

not a great one

a friend of mine is dying,
i don’t think he’s going to make it,
neither does he,
nor do the doctors,
this isn’t much of a poem,
but i suppose i’m not much in the mood 
to write one at the moment
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May 25, 2024

cat in front of the computer

my cat sits in front of the computer screen
as i write down this poem,
she licks her paw,
then scratches her head,
then chews on her nails because my wife just clipped them
and my cat’s natural instinct is to make them sharp again,
but she’s not paying attention to what i’m writing,
she doesn’t even know it’s about her
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