Last month,
you made me promise
to take care of
the money plant you got me.
If it dies, I will be super angry,
you said.
I cared for it
like my own child,
feeding it a concoction of
sun and water,
of light and air.
Slowly, it spread its wings,
climbing my balcony railings.
I look at it & now it’s all around me,
money money everywhere,
and all I do is laugh wondering
how much you hate capitalism
but love this capitalist.
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