One Dollar - Poem by H.D. Griffiths
I've lined the pockets of the fattest fat cats.
lost and won by the hoodest of hood rats.
From the limest of lime light.
To strippers with stagefright,
I lived in a tumultuous way.
I am just a dollar bill,
roll me up and snort your life away.
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