The Gimme Game

by Bob Savino

Gimme your money I want your goodies I
need your stuff.
You're not absurdly poor enough yet.
I'm not obscenely rich enough yet.
Go have a crack baby go suck on dirt.

I want at least four custom-designed houses.
One containing 95 rooms
so I can party for three months
without using the same room twice.
One built completely from the bones
of Third World children.
One lined top to bottom with full-length mirrors.
One a collapsible mansion
I can carry tucked away in my wallet
but inflate to a ten-block radius
at a moment's notice.

Gimme the last crumbs from your cookie jar.
Gimme the gold fillings from your teeth.
Gimme all the sweat from your life's labor
distilled into a bracing after-dinner liqueur.

Whatever you have left, I want more of.
Whatever I have more of, it's never enough.
Go watch a drive-by shooting.
Go scavenge the dumpster for scraps.
Go drink your own blood…