Blood Money – Terrible Poetry Competition


Blood Money



When I yet again start running out of money

To the blood bank I go to sell off my red honey

It’s a rare type so they’re always in need of some

If only I could produce more I wouldn’t have to be a bum


I even offered to sell my mucus dripping out of my nose

Or the copious earwax or what I find between my toes

Or any other of my bodily secretions I would quite happily sell

But they weren’t so interested in those as far as I could tell


Joanne Fisher


This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Competition #33. This week was  the theme of unusual ways to make money.


Buy me a coffee! 🙂


13 thoughts on “Blood Money – Terrible Poetry Competition

  1. lol

    You know, there are dark corners of the internet where one might sell such things as these.

    Or so I’ve been told. I’ve never seen them myself. My friend goes there. He told me about it. 😐

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  2. I thank you for my morning smile. I too have a blood group that’s not so much rare, as not very prevalent in England. But they don’t want my blood. They say they can’t get it out without an hour-long struggle 🙂

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      1. That’s the one. And when they do get there, it takes 15 mins to fill half a syringe. It appears to be genetic. Except for my sister, the entire female side of the family has the same problem.

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