I dashed through the halls With my stomach in knots A tiny spark of hope Led me into the stall I made it in time… Or so I believed But the paper I trusted Had already betrayed me I looked to the heavens In silent despair The pain in my gut Was a prayer unanswered Then suddenly I saw it— A shimmer on the floor A miracle in green: A hundred-dollar bill Should I use it… or not? Can I keep it… or not? My dignity hangs By a thread in this spot It’s paper, but not quite Worth more than its weight Yet in this moment It looks strangely… appropriate My future or my pride My wallet or my backside If forced to choose How do I decide? Oh hundred-dollar bill Show me the way What am I supposed to do?
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