That’s What Bird Said, Too

He said, “I see dollar signs all over you.”

Tonight.

$$$

I thought, “True.

Do those

$igns

exist

anymore?

*

IDK,

Not

in

here.

*

not

in

me.

$

I believe:

I rise.

I’m whole,

I don’t need to heal.

I’m rich, it’s already real.

I’m source, not the ego’s cries.

I command, and time complies.

It’s done, I don’t need to prove.

It’s ease, I don’t have to move.

I believe in me,

not the

world’s

old lies.

$*******$

I believe I rise

to wake up

tomorrow

and remember

what is real and true.

And yes, I feel “Rich.” Inside.

*

Who cares what the world thinks?

Tell me to go right, I go left.

Dyslexia is like that.

Also, I have no idea

how to count

numerically.

Nor read

Lie$.

*

Not a

word.

*

Not a

number.

*

Create

new words?

Mix up $$$$?

That I can do!

*

and wave poetry

about friends

seeing

dollar

signs

in my

eye$.

*

Think left.

*

Go right.

*

To here.

*

To there

Children

could

care

less

about

Dollars

and Signs.

*

Me neither.

*

Also,

“Birds

Aren’t Real!”

*

signed,

Steph Bird

(the real one)