Money

Poem By Dana Gioia

Money is a kind of poetry.
- Wallace Stevens

Money, the long green,
cash, stash, rhino, jack
or just plain dough.

Chock it up, fork it over,
shell it out. Watch it
burn holes through pockets.

To be made of it! To have it
to burn! Greenbacks, double eagles,
megabucks and Ginnie Maes.

It greases the palm, feathers a nest,
holds heads above water,
makes both ends meet.

Money breeds money.
Gathering interest, compounding daily.
Always in circulation.

Money. You don't know where it's been,
but you put it where your mouth is.
And it talks.

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'Money talks' is a common expression, but always true. It is all too easy to spend money unwisely, 'burn holes through pockets'. Sure money earns interest and so it should, in people's savings accounts. The government can always print new money, which I heard Boris Johnson say the other night.
Money breeds money. Gathering interest, compounding daily. Always in circulation.../// great write; great +++++++++++++++++++++++
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