A Matter Of Money Poem by Donal Mahoney

Being bipolar isn't easy
but it's tougher
when you're poor
and have to walk
rather than ride
from one pole
to the other,
a friend told me
in the day room,
on his first day back
from the locked side.

He has a friend still
on the locked side
who's bipolar, too,
with oodles of money
and a private plane.
When he takes a trip
he goes from one pole
to the other lickety-split.
He's says he'll give
my friend a lift should
their trips coincide.