Cash

What's with my avoiding cash?
(While living here it is quite daft).
I think it's quite apparent, see?
It's all about one's dignity.

Too little then it's" shame on me",
So brush it off, take poverty;
This shifts the shame from me to you –
Then do the best that I can do.

The trouble with that wacky twist?
They take the grain with tightened fist –
"In for a penny, for a pound
No better deal to have around".

For cash in this society,
It's all tied up with dignity:
One's status, place upon the hill,
Is seen that way, it was – it will.

I used to have no problem here,
But through the years increasing fear
Encroached my turf, inverted life,
(Expressed by me, not by my wife).

But Geddes’ insight mixes here,
It makes a new approach appear:
"What is your geographic space?
Let work be centered in that place.

"Bring who you are to bear on work;
Bring what you do with force, don't lurk;
You've got a right to live your life;
Contribute, earn support for wife.

"To heck with culture as it's found,
You've got a right to work your ground;
Find out what's now prevailing rate,
How fast it shifts (for future's sake).

"Don't spend a lot of time on this,
But get enough to satisfice;
Then plug it in and turn it on,
Before another day is gone."

Okay – ten bucks is minimum,
That's twenty-K when year is done;
But forty bucks (that's eighty-K)
Is more like what will pay our way.

But not for long – for two percent
Is level set by government
For cash to fall each year so banks
Don't get too rich – we've them to thank.

So sixteen hundred holds the line,
At eighty cents we'll be just fine;
One year that is then up some more –
That's future value – check some more.

Take welfare now at four point five
An hour, so one can stay alive;
When based within a company
That's thirteen bucks to pay check see.

Back when I came into this town,
'Twas thirty-two per year came round;
One twenty-K as corporate,
So sixty bucks per hour they went.

But that was many years ago,
Today that figure up must go –
Two sixty-eight, that's K for them,
One thirty-five per hour since then.

But cut in half (they had much waste)
Says sixty-seven in such a case;
If I went twenty-five back then,
That's forty now, but then again –

I've two degrees; am smarter now;
I'm older, more equipped, and how
About my figure – fifty-six
(Now eighty-nine) – that number sticks.

So eighty-nine and thirty cents
Will be my jolly recompense,
For what I do within my Co,
And figure how to make that go.

Divide the gross to get one's pay –
Two point eight seven five's the way;
Then double hour to give a year,
Add zeros on to make it clear.

That I can do at one eight naught
Per year in sales, now that would rock;
The process? Hey! now there's the rub –
Okay, friend Truvy, let's go, bub.

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