This is the sixth poem in a series of poems that explore what the commonplace objects in a student’s life would say if they underwent an Enid Blyton-esque change overnight, and could speak. This one has been written in the form of a Haiku.
Fed cash once a month,
I stay full for three days or
Until friend needs tea;
Wallets never die,
Only starve until they’re thin –
I gnaw debit cards.
