Benjamin Bartley Poet Free verse

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More Phoney Money

My wallet is empty of cash
When it appears which is rarely
I usually give it away 
Doesn’t really matter, not really 
It’s gone as soon as I get it anyway
It never lasts but that's okay
Besides, I have plenty of credit 
VISA, MasterCard, Discovery 
And the more I “spend” 
With that lending hand 
The more trust I build 
Upping my score.  Score! 
Up the stakes, wait, change the rules? 
Now, it’s me who can’t trust, who? 
Sky rocketing interest rates 
A debt that’s out of control 
Taxing me everywhere I go 
The scam’s all decorated
Beautifully choreographed   
Beautifully camouflaged 
All alluring, so endearing 
As I assume my plastic smile
 
At my recently installed
Big beautiful screen on the wall.

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Bill Baker July 9, 2025 at 3:14 PM Interesting poetry, Ben. The world of finance is like outer space ... we don't know as much as we think we do about it. The difference between it is, and it appears to be, are so hard to tell apart. The con is winning in many cases. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us through your poetry, my friend. Bill