I'm a Dollar, BillA 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.
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Added on August 12, 2016 Last Updated on August 22, 2016 Author
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