Hey guys! This is a poem that I’ve started working on back in February. Now, one would think with that much time behind the completion of such a short poem I should have nailed every word. And yet I have to warn you that you would either find it to be among my very best poems or the absolutely worst. I definitely consider it to be the former, and to help my chances with your opinion I will include a very short background in order to make sure you grasp my idea, as it may be quite challenging otherwise.
Background
The first three stanzas have been formatted in a way which should look like cash notes. The length is 16 letters and the width is 5, which has no significance for the poem’s message, but is connected to the fact that my poetry collection (which is to be called ‘16 Bullets and a Bouquet’) should contain 16 ‘bullets‘ and 5 ‘flowers‘ - explanation about that in a separate post. Here is the order in which you have to read the sides:
You may find it very hard to read these first 3 stanzas. This was absolutely intentional and used in contrast with the last stanza which is not in the form of cash and is a lot easier for the reader, I aimed to make my point that money makes everything harder for us. Furthermore, as you may notice, I go out of the ‘cash stanza’ using more than the 16 letters length and 5 letters width. I made it look like I worked hard to fall into these restrictions, but I say everything I wanted to with what I had available. The purpose is to convey that the money we’ve got will never be enough for us to satisfy all of our desires.
To make it even easier for you, here is how you should read the ‘cash stanzas‘:
Lowly life our hero leads.
Sells years to secure his needs.
Ruler reigning over cash,
He hates riches and regards excess as dust and ash;
To him the mere idea is corrupt -
Money owning men’s time and selves is crime and needs to be disrupt.