Atm Poem by Daniel Y.

Atm



They think that I’m a cash dispenser.
Lying around in an ocean of vanity.
My dull, drab demeanor must disgust you both completely.
I’m not programmed to monitor your spending
or even question your habits.
Is it me? Or do all daughters see their fathers
as a no charge ATM?

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Daniel Brick 03 June 2014

BTW In my comment on A Nail et alia I referred to Nietzsche's experience with a HORSE being beaten in Turin. I did not type the key word horse! There's a film by Bela Tarr called THE TURIN HORSE, which dramatizes the horse and its master AFTERWARDS. It's a harrowing film, but I'd recommend it. I think... Here's another sweet poem about an inanimate object, although at the end it appears a very frustrated father is using the ATM as a metaphor for himself. It's clever but the line about lying in an ocean of vanity is incisive, it cuts sharply.

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