recession confession (for non-parental eyes only)

[sparklebask]

oh, the uppermiddle class of thunder bay
such thinkers and doers with wives that think and half do
mother winos
mariday and college park filled with women redecorating
deep in a world of framed prints and cultured meals
daddy chronics(warbucks?)
with their plasmascreened hockey
fat books barely noticed on the walls
they're too busy.

teach your children something else.
because can you ever guarantee, with absolute certainty
that they will have your money too?
growing up poor, three to a room, there's no reason to not appreciate
what you have now. but do you think i do?
you're mistaken.

there's love and enjoyment and recognization
but no fucking appreciation.
thank you for all this treasure and junk on silver platters
but for god's sake:

live with frugality, if you remember how
prepare a bloody budget once in a while
do NOT schedule random bonding shopping trips;
encourage the purchase of that cunning hat or flattering pant;
spend, without meaning to spend
a cool two hunj on candles alone, sixty a night on fancy cheeses.

that's ridiculous.

this is the real world.

and two hundred dollars is all i have.