I count my bills in public:
One 20, seven 1's,
a forgotten quarter
I guess the quarter was
never really mine
I could have taken it
I could have been
Arrogantly calm
and willfully, wistfully ignorant
to the man,
scraping the street for more
A nuanced resistance to his bitter existence
melancholy
A complete and utter
naive rejection of human pain
But I walk on past
And
The 20 is soon forgotten
as my feet continue on
It's left behind, neglected,
unrecalled
for someone else to count
Tried something new with this. I can't tell if it's really cringey or if it's tolerable but that's fine
