Like a magnet:
Jobs distant,
Charges polarizing,
Relationships also.
But the search
Becomes profound,
A search for symbols
Of security, of wealth, that seems to create.
But fissures need to be filled
With stacks of cash
Bundled with spaghetti
Prepared by the housewife,
Strained with a pot of strife,
Covered with unfulfilled life.
An economy hungry for spaghetti,
My family needs spaghetti.
Cash tastes like bitter coffee
Charging the soul towards hope.
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