words
into the air, like billions,
or trillions,
as if they
were mere dollar bills
floating
around in the air.
tax money
collected and spent
like drunken
sailors on liberty,
mostly
on whores and drink.
and as i sit here rubbing
my cold
feet and hands
against the radiator,
i remember
that i have
two eggs left in the ice box,
and a cup of milk
in the jug,
a slice of bread for the toaster,
a dollop of grape
jam,
and
this makes
me happy.
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