Needless Things: Every Dollar Has its Day

They crowned a paper king with ink and glue, we bowed to green like it could save us too; but shine turns dull and bills grow thin and frayed, a promise printed on a debt parade. They crowned a paper king with ink and glue, we bowed to green like it could save us too; but shine turns dull and bills grow thin and frayed, a promise printed on a debt parade. They flood the streets with “rain” from hidden springs, but watered money withers living things; the garden starves while numbers look okay, a bloom of zeros masks the rot and sway. Interest hunts in packs you’ll never see, it fattens quietly on what you’ll be; you sign for mercy, get a velvet chain, the month moves on, the collar stays the same. It turns a friend to vendor, love to sale, puts time in layaway, hope up for bail; the golden touch reveals a leaden core, leaves us sore it asks for something, then whispers, “Just one more.” A hungry eye above the great pyramid (hid scheme), winks and taxes everything you did;(til you turn green) we chase its smile for miles, just to lose the race, the finish line all the while, keeps shifting out of place. And as the ink grows pale, the truth grows plain: the dollar’s day is dusk just dressed up as a gain; we trade our breath for paper’s brief display, and watch it burn to ash, then drift away. in the end our whole lifes we've spent, to hardly even be able to pay the rent. NNN