After his dad paid him in cash,
Joe let me tag along to the seven-eleven
Where he blew all five dollars
For a sack of candy. It was a stash
Like I had never seen or bagged.
He didn’t share any of the loot,
Which was ok; I was amazed knowing
A boy could meddle like a man
In a capital world, calling on commodities,
Letting his bank roll do the talking.
The longer we played the more risks,
Greater ventures we pursued, yet
Always we hearkened for that Friday
To steady us, to allow us to continue.
– Jared Pearce