publication | a poem

dirty money in the heat

I sit alone on the street

dirty coins in the gutter

they stew in the sun

money in their fat houses

dirty fingers dirty minds

banks rise higher and higher

can’t see the sky

jobs fill the papers

banker, accountant, financier

banker, accountant, financier

money towers


loan sharks

reapers collect

youth indebted

mindless reapers collect

education starts to hurt

a leash around my neck

pay up, pay up, pay up



money in numbers in letters in brains

I sit alone on the street

burning branches

smoke ejaculate

get her off the street

wash your hands

shame on you, child

money is a dirty thing

money dirt arrested faces

one expression lifeless

yes, oh, yes, get me out of here

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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