Work and Money
Bela Feketekuty

No more dancing
No more dinners
No more phone calls

She was hot
A smart engineer
during the day
A sex kitten
at night

She was on fire
She said that she loved me
She said that I was her man
She talked about children

No sign
No warning

It was over
before I knew it

Why didn't I
promise and talk
about a rose garden?

Is she laughing?
Is she crying?
Is she sleeping?
Is she working?

It doesn't matter
She has another man
Is he rich?
Is he better?
I don't know

Work and money
Money and work
Nothing else left


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