When Bad Times Came

When Bad Times Came, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

all the silver
on my hand
antique pendants
chunky chains
i sold my wife's
jewelry mortgaged
all her gold
thanks to my
deleted doomed
cosmic fate
out in the cold
a celluloid
slapstick
fell flat
on the
threshold
a dead
film producer
death knell
of my household
a job later
back on tracks
a monstrous
megalomaniac
who would
shout rant
scold
totally
uncontrolled
i left his
kingdom
to be free
uncaring
for his
doled
generosity
a ransom
threefold
its better
to be a beggar
poet than a
fucked rich man
old .. a poet
on hold
fuck all
the money
fuck all
the billfolds