Poetry: Cost of Living

 

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Cost of Living

by David D. Varella

 

Eating out
Without doubt
Is the main
Money-drain.

Wicked knaves
Made us slaves
Through our debt,
Now we fret.

To our debt
Slaves as yet.
Save a dime,
Tried for crime.

 Kids eat more;
At the store
Food costs much –
Biden’s touch.

Taxes hiked,
Interest spiked,
Money earned
Quickly burned.

Household fight
With great might
About how
We must chow:

Diet and
Spend a grand?
Or get fed
With cheap bread?

Cost to live
Drains like sieve:
Paycheck earned,
Biden-spurned.

College fails,
Just makes sales;
Biden bails
Students’ wails.

Biden’s mind
Cannot find
Reason to
String words few.

Nanny-wife
Makes her life
Speaking for
Daftest bore.

He’s a tool,
Witless fool,
Enemies
Use as please.

Yet our vote
Had been smote
By their plot:
Cheaters’ draught.

What to do,
Me and you?
To be Christ
Will suffice. 

Power all
God makes fall
Or to stay
For each day.

To rebel
Leads to hell;
Better way:
To obey.

See, God’s plan
Gives to man
Every grace
For to face

Satan’s wiles
To defile
Us within
By our sin.

Anger is
Just a fizz,
Give it time
To unwind.

Lust is fire,
Don’t inquire;
Work a craft
To distract.

Covet none,
Envy shun;
Be content,
Peace thus sent.

Don’t complain,
It is vain,
Turns to vice
Sacrifice.

Be not stuffed;
Eat enough
To be strong,
Carry on.

Laziness,
Fruitlessness;
Not to work
Has no worth.

Be not drunk
In your bunk;
Stay alert,
Drink for mirth.

If paid more,
Put in store;
Paid-off debt
Freedom gets.

Humble be
For to see;
Pride is stiff,
Causes rifts.

You will find
Pride is blind:
Will not see
Aught but “me!”

Greed is cruel
Chains for fools;
Avoids care,
Fuels despair. 

Deceit, lies,
Bring demise:
Who deceives
None believes.

Wise men give
While they live;
Misers save
To their grave.

Senseless wit
Is unfit
For a crown
Or renown.

Takes his gift,
Buries it
Out of fear,
Shame so near.

Snowflakes will
Raze to nil
Others’ wealth
For offense felt:

Claim to be
Trigg’d by screeds:
Clear excuse,
Court’s abuse.

That is theft,
Sense bereft;
To restore,
Avoids war.

Civil war
Men deplore,
Yet ‘tis cold,
We are sold:

Taxes steal,
People reel:
Billions sent
To lost war’s dent.

Laund’ring scheme
The real theme:
Ukraine spends,
Contracts Dems.

Criminals
Ever thrive;
Citizens
Bare survive.

Children’s stand,
Lemonade,
Is harassed
For “tax unpaid.”

Greedy fools,
Unjust rules
Steal in stages
Honest wages.

We the People,
‘Neath the steeple,
Beg God vanquish
Deadly anguish.

Ten percent
Good for God;
Government
Takes more broad.

And yet, God’s plan
I understand:
He makes poor
Seek His stores,

Stores of grace,
Stores of love,
And seek our place
In heav’n above.

We don’t despair
When world’s unfair;
We don’t look grim,
But look to Him.

In God we trust,
Forgive we must,
Though men unjust
Fill with disgust.

God does provide,
Steps not aside,
He won’t despise
Our upturned eyes.

God never sleeps,
He hears our weeps
Wept in the deeps,
Provides in heaps.

For all our days
We sing His praise,
Walk in His ways
And seek His gaze.

Do not take light
The Lord of might,
For He will fight
And make things right.

We turn our hearts
As loving darts
To God most high
Yet ever nigh.

When exile ends,
This life upends,
If I’m God’s friend,
He will defend

My very life;
Eternal strife
Will never be
The end for me.