Euthanasia

Money, money, money.
Never has it been so sad, so true.
But he wouldn’t hear of it when young
because God, he thought,
would take care of his needs.
She stares at him
like a useless mule
who must be led to pasture,
or shot down,
because things are so damn bad
& he could barely foot the bills:
O love inhabits door hinges & window sills.
Money, money, money.
Never has it been so sad, so true.
But he wouldn’t hear of it when young.

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