I know why kids crumple dollars into their pockets:
It's to hide their youth
from that floating eye
spying down from the underside
amid the eagle's view
weird above the pyramid
built oddly incomplete. America,
I remember my hands clenched together snug
and peaking inside them
like I was holding a bug,
opening up carefully
keeping George face-side up
if I sent him for a Bomb Pop
off the ice cream truck.
My mouth smiled red, white, and blue
so I guess the eye above the pyramid knew
that I was just a kid content
with the dollar I had just so innocently spent.
But I wish I would have thought then for a just a minute
especially with money like this in it
about how anyone could trust a government.
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