The dollar

I don’t mind living
On rice and beans

If that means
I can think for myself
All twenty-four hours
Of the day

But I grew up
In the grocery store
Begging my mom
For sugar cereal

Learned the capitals
Of all fifty states
Instead of hunting buffalo
On horseback

Went to college
On government loans
Instead of walking
To the water

Got my first job
In a big city
Instead of moving
With the herd

Soared too high
On the dollar
Like a folded
Paper airplane

Even if I ever landed
Back on earth
I would not know how
To live there

July 06, 2021 at 07:40PM