PUSHING AN OLD DEAD CAR(A SONNET)

PUSHING AN OLD DEAD CAR

 

Relaxed and sipped black coffee at the mall;

My pal called, told about the ringgit fall.

Hard to refrain from looking at the rate;

Heart would miss beats, an attack would be fate.

 

At supermarket, bought myself a bag;

And I paid thirty percent on price tag.

The money might dwindle after next week;

Helpless, the foreign reserve was too weak.

 

Frugal or spend, we would soon be bankrupt;

It’s hard to prevent theft from the corrupt.

The system was faulty for fifty years;

Changing the driver would not change the gear.

 

We need engine overhauled to jump-start;

Pushing an old dead car was just not smart.

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