Neatlly written
With my cursives
I swaggered int the bank
Bankers looking
Me from head to toe
In my regal gait.
The cash is
In my pocket
And I am dazed-
Utilities and household
And the fluffy notes flew away
From me with
Their strong Wings.
When I put some scanty notes
Back in my pocket
They jostle out swiftly
For the dearth of company.
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Wonderful and realistic poem. This is the experience of more than 10 % working people. Thanks for sharing.10 points.