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This Machine Takes No Dollar Bills

by Bruce W Niedt

 

This machine takes no dollar bills.

I don’t care how thirsty you are!

You don’t believe me?

Go ahead, put a dollar in my slot.

I’ll spit it back, green tongue wagging.

Doesn’t matter which one you try….

 

C’mon, don’t insult me!

How many times has that one

been through the wash?

Poor George is so faded

he looks like he’s been through

the Revolution, and every war since.

 

And that one – please!

It’s so folded and dog-eared –

next time you want to make origami,

use plain white paper!

 

That crisp new one?

It’s so clean and slick

that I can’t even feel it.

Crumple it, step on it.,

sleep on it a few nights

then get back to me.

 

I’m tired of this game –

guess I‘ll turn on my

“exact change only” sign.

 

Tough luck, friend.

You still want a soda?

Go get some coins.

04/13/2003

Posted on 04/13/2003
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/13/03 at 07:34 AM

Hahah! Never thought I'd hear one of those things talk... Excellent!

Posted by Kara Hayostek on 04/13/03 at 07:08 PM

This is funny, i hate that when a machine won't take your ONLY dollar bill. ackkk. very funny and clever poem :-)

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