Gboyega A Odubanjo

Money Dance

look at them on friday—saturday night

                                            before god come and clean them good
look the way their face sweating

                         so that when you press that note on their forehead it

sticks for just a little while then shimmy

                              down—you never see nothing like it not anywhere

the way that palm wine fill them ‘til their belly full

                                   look at the money fall look at the way it falls

like problems falling away look at the way

                                  they dance like problems falling away

look

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