Invisible Money

I am the everywhere man. When the Beverly's needed sneakers for school, each kid woke up to a fresh box. And they were not bargain bin purchases. The decimal jump on that kind of footwear would make you believe that a top five player just stepped out of them. Speaking of which, when Danny landed awkwardly, he was splinted and never ate the cost. The three digit code on the back of my credit card swarmed that situation so quickly you would think free healthcare was somehow passed in house and senate. When hoop dreams die soldiers are born. The landscape did not renovate itself. Remember the broken beer bottle glass? In the place of it is neatly manicured woodchips. How about cracked cement stained with the business of every stray rodent and unleashed dog; did the sidewalk pamper itself? How was pressurized water applied to years of abuse. The outline of brick, marble tiling where it made sense, and a cut in the curb for disability was not movie set magic. The city is not that good to us either, and you know it. Lean against the most expensive car on the block and the alarm will not go off. Nobody steals here. My reflection is in the glass of every shop window. Out of town license plates are gone in the hour or suffered a faceoff with my meter maids. Tell Bonita that the fruit and veg is fresh today. It was told to me that the open food markets were not up to standard. Everything is now canopied and misted. As we are on the topic of dining, if little Freddie is seen eating his cereal with a burnt spoon one more time, we are going to send his caretaker on vacation. Flashing blue sirens flooded the neighborhood with the vicious intent to raid my warehouses. Warrants are secondary to jealousy. Some have come to the conclusion that my omnipresence has diminished as a result. The same timepiece that Captain Mcgillicutty sports with arrogance is the exact same one that is wrapped around the wrist of Mayor Hines. The receipt for both watches is a make shift coaster for my scotch glass. I got the word before one tire of law enforcement rolled into our residence. Supply chains went underground the night before. Knock the way I taught you before you enter in every situation. Nancy and Sid are on the big screen. No trip wires, but the bushwhackers are on standby. A thousand of me walk the street, but one of me needs to unwind with some macadamia nuts with my head against plush cushioning. Rival distributions understand there are no timeouts. So when seven houses went up in flames a city over, I can assure you it was not a faulty pipeline. Gas and electric are not derelict in their duties. That is a once in six month kind of a statement. It's not everyday action. When phone calls don't get picked up, expanding frontiers get put down. Since when did my all Black family record a Bolivian uncle? Don't worry about that minor detail, just know when my uncle asks you about what is in the warehouse, we go above ground again.