Crumpled up like an old five-pound note
and loose change
When the entire world has gone contactless
I'm a relic of the old ways
Like a derelict building left to weather away
in pouring rain, wind and snow
Watching as the seasons flow
Like a bankroll of words
that will never see the light of day
Like an old, discarded wallet, all battered and stained
No coinage within, only moths remained
Flying off towards the light
Like my life, a constant fight or flight
my word reserves banked
But I'm in the red
The market tanked, as words went unsaid
Like a purse, once fit to burst
Now empty, not even a verse
No spare change, nothing to say
No cash, the government took it all away
just digits on a computer screen
Words that can never be seen
A product of the olden days
Replaced, by fancy technology
No need for what I do or say
When they take away our currency anyway
Words the only riches that I own
But if we raise our voices
into a cell we could be thrown
Thanks For Reading,
Peace, Love and Poetry
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