Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

It's sometimes good to get away from all the noise clatter of everyday life - and to dwell upon a quite thought and find peace within. It's good to take refuge in the joys of solitude, but is there really any place where troubles, others or our own can't intrude. It seems there is always something!

Our poem this week comes from Mark Higginbotham. Mark was born in Dublin and moved to Cork about ten years ago where he married a Cork girl. He runs his own Garden Maintenance and Landscape business. Mark only began writing about a year ago and has already compiled a book of poetry which he hopes to see published in the near future.

Real Drug Money

Hi, my name is you.
I'm addicted to money.
I get my fix from a cash flow.
I don't find it funny,
In fact I'm even using right now.
First comes the calm,
Then the pleasure,
Then the wow.
The more I seem to get,
The more I need to wet
My appetite,
To feel that sense again.
If I ever run out,
I will scream, I will shout.
No cold turkey,
Inside this chicken pen.
I feel anger.
I feel rage,
For this paper that I crave.
Using coins to get me through
These darkened days of gloom.
A collapsing life of doom.
The world blocks me out inside,
I need more money soon.

© Mark Higginbotham