dollar bills ground fine
blowing grit into my eyes,
watering not out of discomfort
but sorrow,
as the green has paled
transparent and valueless,
existing as a memory
on magnetic strips,
worn by careless touch,
a presidents hand
is not divine enough to revive,
taxing shocks ripple the heart,
but now eyeing the wilderness
of vacant strip malls
and realtor bunted houses,
the burden heavier than sorrow
breaks the wage mule back,
sat roadside aimless
flickers of eyes do not register,
tomorrow comes,
and another one,
every journey has an end
yet this one i cannot see
just yet
velvetmedia 
The dog has caught its tail.
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prediction…the republicans take the white house, we go to war, the economy turns because war is good for the economy…soldiers die, but everyone can afford life again…dollar biil saved..ugh…
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There is, in this poem, an undercurrent of a socio-political movement, an undercurrent of frustration or simmering anger at the current economic and financial situation that many of us find ourselves in.
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