Either love or money?

The Mid-week Motif Prompt over at Poets United this week is “money”. I don’t know if this will fit or not but here is yet another poem about Dorian Grey. I’ve been working on this one since last year.  I am also posting this on dVerse Poets OLN.

Either Love or Money?
I was born wealthy –
Old inherited money, y’know?
But I was bored beyond belief –
so I sold my soul –
But you all know that already.
I was bored with going to the Café Royale
and being gaped at by the pseudo-aesthetes.
I was bored with buying my ties
collars and waistcoats from Liberty
and wearing cobalt blue and
wine coloured velveteen suits from
Krause and Sons on Jermyn Street.
The endless chatter of the wealthy,
The whining and begging of the poor.
When I was 110, I realized
I was bored again. All that money
all that beauty, all the drugs, sex,
And food – I was boredboredbored.
So here I am in 2017
and am even more bored than I ever was.
Do these people not realize they are murdering their home?
That they are living years beyond their means?
That the poor and homeless are still with us
and people still die –
by overdoses, bizarre diseases, in those
warehouses for the aged, by guns,
by automobiles, wars.
And I am still alive.
If asked what I would rather have
either love or money?
To use the parlance of today,
I would say, hell yes. Show me the money.
After all, it has bought me eternity.

Reeve Carney as Dorian Gray in Penny Dreadful

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