lessons from wal-mart change

a dollar carefully crumpled to perfection surrounded with brute force by 72cents made up from 2 quarters, 2 dimes and 2 dull dirty pennies... and way off across the table line of separation lays the one heart of copper, asking itself why-- why must change do evil things when realized it's not needed to make a purchase?

why-- why must we turn against ourselves? those evil little pennies had the power to do good to that sad alone dollar with little friends in this world of leftovers.

dollars think they're so superior to cents, being the predominate counted money. (no one after the age of 10 counts their cents anymore) but not here- when change happens there are less dollars to count-- those dirty little pennies could have given that big dollar a place in the piggy bank where change goes...

across the table line of separation one shiny penny sits making plans to ask the dollar to accompany it to the piggy bank that night-- sure we'll look silly thinks the shiny penny that big dollar with the crumpled spirit and little ol' me...

but it's time for change to realize that hate is not acceptable-- all money can be friends.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this in scribblers, the writing club at school... someone threw money on the table... this is what i got.

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