Poetry: Play money - by J.D. Kay

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by J.D. Kay

Created on: November 04, 2011 Last Updated: November 05, 2011

It's a number on paper
We believe it to be real
We never actually touch it
Not something we feel

We pretend it gives us power
A falsehood we all embrace
We work in large towers
Because we think life's a race

In the end it means nothing
Something you can replace
it only just make believe
That causes nothing but disgrace

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Poetry: Play money

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by Jon Coe

I passed Go today and got two, hundred dollar bills
I bought a house on Fifth Avenue, another in the hills
I played for hours
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by Kathy Heasarlen

Oh the world of make believe,
Where play money is so real,
Buying things from pretend stores,
Having it in our wallets, was
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by Scott Scherr

I went to the banker to make an exchange,
And traded my toy gun with four model planes.
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by Patricia Watson

Gather round children we are going to have such fun
No Kate we can’t go out its raining hard, there is no sun
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by Tenebris

I brought home a paycheque
- and it vanished, just like that.

Half of it fled instantly to rent,
Another quarter to pay the

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