Well, when the squirrel feels
The cold tickle and gathers
Its acorns, how many oaks he needs?
When the farmed razorback feeds in
Its trough, it knows what is surfeit
But humans keep, it’s perfect,
Whether to invest or not
Withdrawing passive income
No pain for gain
Because work is access
Work is inside
I’m rarely in a pickle
Work is impassive
Work is self
Preservation
So, as to the trickle,
The trick is in the trickle
Commitment to investment
Is fickle, as I will
Decide, if or when,
I will free a nickel
Or remain impassive
My wealth behind closed doors.
© Michel Steven Krug
Michel Krug graduated from the Writing Seminars at the Johns Hopkins University. He writes poetry, literary fiction, is a former print journalist and now practices law in St. Paul, MN.
