Poetry: Hey you..?

Question

I open my wallet to pay for my latte.

Then I stare at my one dollar bill ...

Do you feel good to carry a value larger than a quarter?

Or do you feel pathetic not being able to pay for my orders?

Do you get jealous of the five dollar bills?

Enough to desire being a different material?

Are you safe in my wallet? Or do you feel like your locked in? Do you feel tired and dirty? Is this what you do for fun or are you working?

Hey you If only you can speak to me...

Answer 1

I like it.  

Only seconds in time, captured in a poem that takes longer to read.  

Good job.