Ghost Writer Within


Stuck in the home,
Money is indeed low.

Car accident,
Insurance rape,
Grocery store visits late at night,
Stock-up cans in a silver gutter.

Cheat at-home entertainment,
Books to read,
Paints ready to escape,
The words do us a fond turn-

Low on funds,
The cigarette smoke hugs the warm rooms inside.

Winter bids watch over my assets called 'debt',
But varying perspectives can heal the clout.

About cheerfully out,
The Beatles march on in melodies simple & easy,
Much like life now-

Low in the pocketbook,
One dollar bill to show.

The wind is indeed my speechwriter.