your bank
refuses to give you
some of your money.
just fifty dollars.
the atm is jammed
with a screw driver.
the office is closed.
your account has been
frozen because of a clerical
error.
you think about
robbing it,
using a banana
under your shirt,
sticking the joint
up, just to get
a few dollars
to take your new
girl friend out on
the town. buy her a sandwich.
you plead with
the teller, but
he, in his giant
turban and long white
robes refuses,
he says no no.
you curse him through
the thick window,
yelling into
the vent. you tell him
it's your money,
that you've been banking
there for thirty years,
and you want some now.
he curses back
throwing his hands
into the air
and says something
about a goat.
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