Poem By: Billy Alsbrooks
Must the past dictate my access?
My access to the untouched corners of you
How long must we swim?
Swim in the cesspool of their betrayals
Pain is charging us by the hour
The clock is ticking
And neither one of us can afford it
What’s the going rate for lies?
If I’m paying for them, can I at least get a discount?
Can I use Apple Pay?
Where’s the profit in pretending?
Schools never taught us
Never taught us the commerce of intimacy
Therefore our relationships are bankrupt
Should lovers have a credit score?
Before we decide to get serious,
should each of us require loan approval?
How much of each other can we borrow?
What’s the payment plan?
A wish without collateral is a fantasy
Let us love only at the spending limits that we are willing to repay
For we cannot embezzle the riches of love
What’s the profit in stealing from ourselves?
Devotion pays interest
Recouped in the currency of commitment
The gold today is emotional connection
But who’s willing to invest in loyalty?
If trust was money, what’s your net worth?
Is there enough Bitcoin in your wallet to retire with the one you love?
How would the accountant categorize your relationship?
Is the one you want an asset or liability?
Let us look closely at the financial statement
Games are too expensive
The wise sell the fake and the rich buy real
For Fire is tangible
Passion, a commodity
Intensity, the rare diamond that never loses value
What does Karl Marx know about romance?
In our affairs of the heart, let us all be merchants
All be investors
All be entrepreneurs
Lets us all be capitalists manufacturing the product of love
The commerce of intimacy…