Washing the Value off of Dirty Money

On hands and knees my wrists move with the rhythm of my labored breathing, scrubbing these floors and hoping that working just hard enough can wash away the sins of this system we didn’t ask to be a part of, dreaming of some restitution for all the stolen youth, praying for some peace of mind in the heads of all the weary young and hopeless, imaging a resistance to the self-indulgent hands reaching into our futures, because shame on them for breaking our backs with the burden of their debts and desires.