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.

by Dana Gioia

Comments (16)

Lovely splendid and beautiful
There should be one more stanza here that states how the incredible number of commercials constantly running on this site must provide poemhunter with quite a bit of money also. Poems keep the soul flowing, and cash keeps the world going.
A thoughtfully conceived meaningful poem unfolding the various traits of the money power.
Money makes the world go round what would we do without it? Good poem..thank you..
An insightful portrayal of the power and essence of money, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing Dana.
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