Jesse Hurt


Who are they?
are they the people that I pay?
the names in which I dare not say
much to my dismay
they who knock on my door on a bad day
they who take all the cash that I make

What is Cash?
do 'they' make this paper they call cash?
they must not congregate with others much
'they' could be a neighbor
brother, sister, uncle, aunt
'they' in which all the cash they flaunt
be kind and corteous is what I was taught
What were 'they' taught
make green paper for people to flaunt
or not

tell me
does it make sense
supposedly making it is a cinch
have I not figured it out yet
maybe I lost lifes big gambling bet
on the dirt I now must sit

who are 'they'?
with their magic paper
who are 'they'?
to be the economy's maker

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2009

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  • Ana Guerrero (3/8/2009 10:45:00 AM)

    I liked it a lot and found it easy to understand.

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