A Poem Titled Money For Syrup

November 4, 2019

Money For Syrup 

There are people who lived before us

That still wouldn't want anyone to know

That they signed up for a job

So they could buy chewing gum

and they are mad that they have to wear clothes

There are people that have done

"Only God knows"

Can you imagine

The life some people lead

When they have suffered in captivity

And think water is something no one needs

They do not fight

They do not wander or go astray

Yes I can see through a paycheck

That there is a payroll and exec somewhere along the way

I do not send messages to "tellers"

I see when "beings" cut off the stove

I send my argument past the repairman

Straight to the electrician it goes

They think I can see through walls or something

Or talk to someone that isn't there

I'm not paying the light bill because you ran out of syrup somewhere "out there"

Yes I cans see over the rainbow

I can tell you know I purchased pizza too

I made it so you still have a dweller that can pay

This is a conversation

They do not understand I can have with you

I went to the librbary

I know how to wash and fold my clothes

I know you are asking if I can send you money for syrup

And I keep telling you "No"

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