They Can'T Open A Bank Account. Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

Interesting work-
couldn't open an account
they sold drugs, crowded.

Growing plants-rooting
flowers and buds to retail
marijuana' details

Joints for $8.05
sweet grass-$2.99, Co2 concentrated-$45.99
selection for delights.

Legal store under
conditional license chartered
thousands made, taxes after.

No banks were dared to
open account- laundry money
they're guns loonies.

Carried cashes to
discrete places days and nights
fear for life, flight.

The more they're doing
greater business, no downer,
but more men, gunned down.