It’s sad that the apex of human technology still takes such drastic measures.
Piggy Bank
Dearest little piggy bank –
my ceramic treasure swine –
as you sit upon the shelf,
you keep all the pennies mine.
All my loot is locked inside
your abdominal abyss.
Crack you open with a brick…
Piggy bank, you will be missed.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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