They Poem by Jesse Hurt

They?
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

Cash?
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