Untitled ("We never, even ever thought about the")

By Jack Joseph Smith

We never, even ever thought about the value, the money of us. I went down relative to a realitive with an on line. I took leager of our stuff, numbers, inprints, burned in dates, and lo and behold our shaek's insides is worth a quarter of a million dollars And now that the bank is taking foreeloaser. I find out that it ain't five acres, it's one hundree and fifty of them Woo I walk across twwn a hundred times, I fell sorry for military waves in New York Imagine dealing with your small town bank about where you mingt be at about five acres, and your nephew goes on line and finds out that you got One handerd and fifty

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AI Interpretation

GPT

A furious poverty-and-property poem where family land, bad records, and bank logic turn into absurd revelation.

Claude

The emphatic negation ('never, even ever') insists on absolute unexpectedness. Property, family land, and bank logic enter a world that had not prepared for them, and the absurd revelation is that systems of ownership were operating all along.

The fury is directed not at poverty but at discovering poverty has administrative dimensions — banks have records of land you never thought was counted.