account-trees money

the time-river-bank be
lined with account-trees branching...
so the dollar-leaves float

to where they be economically
kneaded as future debt for weaponry...
from an even-easier scrooge

who computer-eyes future
decades of payback that never end till...
the last dollar-plum-met

says those who profit from fighting
are nothing but existent school-yard gangs...
to be sent to fight on melting icebergs


stan sand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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