Here's Your Sign in Poems

People disappear when the money does.
They stay nice as long as they think
there is a chance of some more coming,
but then they show their true colors when
you got nothing, but your heart to give.
They’ll take that, too and shred it to scraps.
Throw you away like so much trash.
Then, they wonder when you disappear,
or cut them out of your life,
why you don’t want them around.