A nickel, A dime, A trillion?

Brother, what is it about having a checking account? One day it looks like have all kinds of money then you look at it a few days later and start pulling your hair out because you know that the money left won't be enough to carry you through the rest of the month. You just know you'll end up starving to death or thrown out into the street for not paying your rent or mortgage.

You look at the gas gauge on the car and just visualize yourself walking all those miles the rest of the month. then you really begin to sweat as you think of that coffee pot that won't have any morning coffee brewing for you.

You go to sleep at night and you dream of yourself walking the wintry streets with rags wrapped around your feet in place of socks and shoes and they never seem to know warmth anymore. You hear yourself as you sit in the wet and cold snow whispering with shivering lips to all that passes, "A dime, a nickel, for the poor?" The hunger of an empty belly wakes you up and you realize that you've been chewing on the pillow case in your sleep.

You get out of bed and go into the kitchen for something to satisfy this emptiness you hear. You open the refrigerator door and all you see in there is an old moldy chuck of cheese. You grab it and carefully slice off the mold and hungrily toss it into your mouth in hope of a change for the better. With that you stagger back to bed to await the new day thinking of that trillion dollars being spent by your government but not one penny will you get and a tear rolls down your face as you pull the moth-eaten blanket over yourself once again.