A Slew of Poems Unrevised

abundance

I only have coins to my name
But I don't care about coined terms
Money doesn't make my world go round
Only love can do that
I can make a living off a dime
Off a dime
Of happiness

They told eye my heart lies in work
A Slave within capitalism
Such a lie
Over & over
They tried to squeeze me…
till I died
Gave me tiny pieces of peace
In illusion
A vacation
From my own soul
But fuck that

I'm forever retired
From the rat race
Sinkhole
why vacate from my life
True living don't need escaping
True living don't need currency paper
When I'm currently being fed by…
Love
Joy
Gratitude
&
Happiness