You Cant write a poem about money

Kids running its loud.babies crying people fighting in the line to pay 

on a cold chill night people taking their money out ,the money smell 

like dirty lundry it feels soft and hard you cant taste money  such 

a chill day at work standing on the cashier people giving me their money 

some of them smell lik ciggarate some of it smell good and other bad walking 

around wasting money in the stores the money look like green grass 

with faces and rectangle looking its normal paper you can ripped it .kids 

playing at the park ice cream truck passing by and People giving their money away