Wayward sailing to sink

it started out
as a minor bump
slowly, methodically
with rhythmic reverberations
this bump
founded a crack
a hairs width
nothing to worry about
bump, bump
the crack fractured
rooting like a tree
still, no need to worry
this is all very minor
being gently pushed
has no effect
split in all direction
the slow pulsing waters
pressure a hole
okay, so some water
is trickling in but
i’ve got some buckets
big enough to scoop
out such amounts
then a storm hits
surprise
what started out as a
hair line crack has
evolved into a gap
stability compromised
the hull breached
water now gushes
in restless torrents
how did this happen
it was just a minor crack
i’m now sailing on a sinking
ship that i’ve sunk
i could blame the
ship builders for not
making a stronger ship
but i ignored the minor
repairs until i was drowning
to late for fixes and no
sense in abandoning ship
i’m at fault and will
sink with what i’ve got

Money run clocks

A saying I’m familiar in hearing is , “time equals money,” I can now reaffirm, through my own experience, its assertion in defining a truth.

i’m losing time, and as such, money follows.
misplaced investments teach suckers how to suck,
i couldn’t tell you what good investments prove.
i’m sure it wouldn’t be something to complain about.
then again, i don’t think i’d be completely satisfied
if i didn’t hold a gripe with something.
if all goes right, there must be something going wrong?
then again,
all my rights turned left.