the corporate spokesman gives us
green and red pebbles that represent
“withdrawals” and “deposits”
to remind us that the proletarians
can sometimes have emotions;
i’m skeptical, so i throw the pebbles
into the fish tank, where they belong.
what about my withdrawals?!
i’m feenin for your letters;
scrambled, disjointed, dyslexic
and deposits of money into my
bank account pales in comparison
to the words that you inject
into my veins; high on your word play.
i’ve decided i’m going to deposit
withdrawal just in time.