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diff sense of poor

Posted to Action Poetry

Walkin down the street today with hundred dollar bills in my wallet, folded three times slipped in corners, laughing to myself when I come out of the store with no lighter cuz they can’t break that much money can’t produce change, and thinking how so many people would want that, would want that 100 bill and how I have to walk 2 miles cuz I can’t get change to jump on the trolley, how I have to bite my tongue cuz I have a pack of newports and no lighter, no matches, and these wonderful green pyramid hundred dollar bills that just keep feeling lighter and lighter, don’t have the weight of what they amount to, amounting to nothing as I have to walk to spend