Mike Cullinane is a rare New Jersey native who has been writing for most of his life: postcards, letters, poetry, a brief journalism career, and spellbinding corporate presentations.  He has previously contributed to The Galway Review, Failed Haiku, Sad Girl Diaries and anthologies published by Moonstone Art Center. After a moderately successful career, he spends most days as the project manager of his own life, serving friends and family when needed, while being mentored by his Grandson.

Less Change

We once watched TV for free,
Then came YouTube and Disney.
When elephants mate,
The signal is switched off late.
Now there’s nothin’ to see.

Coffee with breakfast and snacks;
Beans from Brazil in burlap sacks.
Now we pay more for less,
Increasing our stress.
Such is the Balsonaro tax.

I have no beef with Argentina,
The pampas are mas fina.
It’s so laissez-faire
To bail out the Buenos Aire.
We’ll talk on the food line when I see ya.

I shouldn’t complain about my cash shortfall,
When there are many with none at all.
We’ve lost our wings,
As the wrecking ball swings.
I doubt we’ll be invited to the ball.

The penny is gone from the vault,
It’s great cost is its fault.
Pockets light from inflation 
All across the nation.
A nickel for your thought.