This week’s prompt: Write an ‘money’ poem
The Number Game
We dream of more zeroes
At the end of dismal funds;
Of the day digits can’t chain us
To a forced, cautious hesitancy
And a constant crippling uncertainty;
Days where numbers don’t matter
Nor can they label and divide us;
But while they still define us
We are tethered to the game
Where everyone’s struggle is the same.
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The Scribblings of Stu 
Sad how numbers do define us. I hate it when they say “so-and-so is worth this much money.”
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Right? The way of the world, sadly…
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