As the plastic bills disintegrate
We lose our faith in money
Not the same anymore
Poison lit cigar with cash
A dollars worth not found in a dollar store
debt ridden in whose interest
Crumbling cash for charity
Last vestiges of a bygone era
Tapping like we all suffer anxiety
Every change a loss till clarity
The question
What are we invested in?
The royal we
All that be
Hardly can be invested
In everyones benefit.
So we pick a tribe
Of parallel ideal,
Sometimes it feels
Smaller than on paper.
It is for the appreciative few
We fight, we serve, we teach and sell
For these every effort a ripple
To the world
Throwing pennies in a fountain.
Watch it pay dividends.
IkE/2024
