1985: Money Poems I & Ii Poem by Cretan Maineiac

1985: Money Poems I & Ii



I.

This is my last bill.

Last time I have to

Worry

About being asked for money.

Spent, I think I’ll go try to remember what

I did before I knew what

An allowance was.



II.

In your exchange we’re

All equal, survivors that-

Even with nothing- must

Be accounted for. It’s a

Right,

Freedom’s bloodiest gift.

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