Pocket change
                   feeds the greedy meter,
   vending machines: soda pop,
     condom, or a packet of gum.
                  The constant jingle-jangle
     trumps empty pockets.
           Not wealth; but necessary.
         Everlasting value, heavy metal
   cold, hard cash. Lucre or lolly,
     random coinage, specific amounts;
                           it is what we carry.

   We spend more than our time.
            Streetcar fare. Legal tender:
     nickels, dimes, quarters,
   a dollar or two, even a penny
for your thoughts.
                     For all it is worth.
   Petty cash. Chump change; a pittance.
      Spare change? asks the panhandler.
     Anything helps.
                It all adds up to a valuation
                measured in dollars and sense.

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