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 to a realitive with an on line. I took leager of our stuff, numbers, inprints, burned in dates, and lo and behold our shack's insides is worth a quarter of a million dollars And now that the bank is talking forelouser. I find out that it ain't five acres, it's one hundrec 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 arces, and your nepheaw goes on line and finds out that you got One hunderd and fifty

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The speaker describes valuing a household's contents, a bank talking about foreclosure and discovering a larger acreage than expected through a relative's online search.

The speaker juxtaposes inherited things with a bank's accounting and a relative's discovery. The figures belong to the speaker's story; this page supplies no independent appraisal or property record.

Claude

The poem says 'We never, even ever thought about the / value', describes going 'to a realitive with an on line', 'the bank is talking forelouser.', 'it ain't five acres, it's one / hundrec and fifty of them', and a 'nepheaw' who 'finds out / that you got One hunderd and fifty'.

Land value discovered online is set against a small-town bank. The figures are the speaker's account, not verified facts, and the varied spellings ('hundrec', 'hunderd', 'arces') are kept.