Here and there
Around the town
Scraps of money
Masquerading
Very much as clutter
No one reaching out
No one eye
On the old money
How dollars slip
From busy hands
Buying stuff
They want
Merchandise
They do not need
A quick walk
Around the city
Are heaps of sand
Displaced by refuse
People aspire
Then they perspire
With all their trade
Ultimately
Finding their siphons
To the
Landfills
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