This is a DONATION
Someone suggested that I could get paid to write and that I should set up a donations page. So here goes! It feels a little awkward but this is what I would like to do full-time, write. I can't pay my bills unless I earn my way so this will be my leap of faith. Thank you for letting me believe I have wings!
NZ$10.00
There’s a place I like to go
where everyone seems to know
who I am
I like this world
There’s this space I like to be
where everyone I see
is my best friend
in the world
And if I take you there
do you promise not to stare
cos it’s not done like that
in my world
When you walk in the door
and you say she’s just a whore
don’t put her down
it’s not your world
When you stand up at the bar
please don’t brag about your car
We don’t really care
this is our world
And when you do take her home at night
when she squeezes you back tight
Don’t leave her all alone
this is her world
© Kait King, 2015
The city streets
look oh so sleek
but only when
it rains
Below the glitterati
Porsche
Benz
Maserati
In the parking basement
remain
Below even that
expensive, unreal mat
broken people
who never
have gain
No cash in the casino
No boat in the marina
And no money
to hide
their pain
© Kait King, 2016
It doesn’t matter if you wrote it in a letter
caught a plane to come and get her
Think you really could do better
Sorry for the day man, that you met her
she took your money coz you let her
now that time is just a blur together
and you look like you’ve been through the shredder
© Kait King, 2015
So I look at my bills
and it scares me half to death
I can’t believe I’ve spent all that
and then all the rest
Numbers march across a page
attempting to make sense
My brain engages zero –
the numbers too intense
And I dream about other things
that I haven’t purchased yet
Like diamond rings and gold plated things
and maybe a Lear jet
© Kait King, 2015
