TRUE WEALTH (Written + Spoken Word Poem)

True Wealth by Joe Reid Kirby III

Be one with the fact that you’re going through shit …
That’s all you’ve ever wanted,
Is for someone to feel sorry for you after that last huge hit …
To grab you by your hand,
Squeeze you with their soul,
And make putting a smile on that once beautiful face their ultimate goal …
Was the body built to withstand so much pain?
All alone,
Though annoyances won’t stop blowing up your phone,
Hang a sign on the front door,
There’s nobody home …
Hiding out in the attic of the head,
Addicted to some vice that bandaids where you’re bled,
Flying high over everything said,
The worst of those words highlighted in red …
Stained on the heart,
Like bitter wine,
On a white rug,
Still all you’ve ever needed was a genuine hug,
From someone you love,
Or from someone you’ve loved …
The silence locks its’ jaws when the music stops playing,
The glass serving the soul back empty after you’re done paying,
The pleasure almost immediately exits the room once you finish laying,
The darkest secrets already shared while intoxicated by spirits,
Absolutely clueless to all the tongue is loosely saying …
That last hit just inhaled has the stomach nauseous and the moods swaying,
The scale still unable to calculate how much you’re truly weighing …
And you’re still not sure whether you’re the type fit to hit the weights,
Or better off wringing out the towels of rage on someone’s face …
Almost seems worth it to catch that case,
You’ll still be spending your millions in time on the clocks of some corporate rat race,
Owned …
Though still not funded by their purchase,
Indebted at birth,
And my life outside of material assets deemed worthless,
Inalienably earning my 1,440 minutes a day,
Yet I’m told how I’m allowed to spend them,
In every direction outside of my own way …
By a mortal third party that could never,
Not ever,
Even partially afford to pay,
This half a million minute salary I accrue every year,
Appreciating in love and depreciating fear,
Take back all of those material riches while I’m still here,
In return for my minutes,
True wealth …
I see it clear.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 2/2/17

2017 3CupsOfJoe. All rights reserved.


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