1985: Money Poems I & Ii - Poem by Cretan Maineiac
This is my last bill.
Last time I have to
About being asked for money.
Spent, I think I’ll go try to remember what
I did before I knew what
An allowance was.
In your exchange we’re
All equal, survivors that-
Even with nothing- must
Be accounted for. It’s a
Freedom’s bloodiest gift.
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