I have a cache of multi-colored
plastic cash in my pocket.
Like a rocket on the First of July
its burns a hole in my wallet.
Call it what you will, it is still
legal tender where people spend
twoonies like loonies. Her majesty
graces a bill with her bling,
Prime Ministers with sinister smirks
work their way onto these cheques
as well. Counting on Mounties to secure
the pure nature of the Great White North,
bought and paid for. My store of money
is kinda funny when the rate of exchange
is very strange , changing almost daily.
Saving it for another day,
another foray up Ottawa way,
working to pay the way, eh?
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
Poetic Asides Prompt #405 – Money