I'm a Dollar, Bill

I'm a Dollar, Bill

A Poem by Azalea Rose

A couple friends and I got into a movie once,
we got so stoned 
I came out of my life as a one.
A dollar bill, was I,
and it was
"we".
Obsessed with large amounts of currency.
In the hands of an eight-year old buying candy.
I'm worth one Snickers when I thought 
I was worth three.
I'm with an old lady saving up for her teeth, 
can't afford them she's lucky she has me.
Once she looks good I'm away,
in good hands 
I'm with someone who has plenty.
I don't feel as appreciated 
for he runs through them and 
doesn't say he needs me.
I'm a green one-dollar bill,
some call me money hungry.

© 2016 Azalea Rose


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Added on August 12, 2016
Last Updated on August 22, 2016