A Poem

This is a poem I wrote last night. It’s a more cynical take on travelling, and something I’ve been thinking about. I will warn you there’s a bit of language at the end, but I couldn’t think of anything else that would quite get the same emotion across.



by Danielle Zaborski


I paid a thousand dollars

for a ticket on a plane,

and an extra ten or so

for a pretty-colored drink.


I passed a tiny beggar boy,

trembling on the pavement

outside the airport,

so I made the obligatory remarks

about how sad the sight was.

However, I had places to be,

so I kept walking.


I bought a pretty shirt to wear,

found the prettiest view,

took a selfie,

and called it done.

Another successful trip.


It cost me more than a month’s salary,

but damn, was it a good picture.




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