Rolling copper pennies
Rollling dimes of silver shine
Rolling notes and notes
Green, grey plastic glare
Throw it all away
Notes ripped and pulled
From the banking machine
Colours and figures
Digits and self-worth
Throw it all away
What could you buy
Wallet stuffed
Maybe a note will fly out
And wisp with grace
Down the crusty lane
Just let it fly away
Let the peasants feast tonight
I have more money
Than time
So let all this currency fly
Step inside shops
A sense tingling
You can buy anything
You can buy worthless, useless products
Just because you can
Just so you can say you did
Spend money
Buy millions and millions
On products
No one will Envy
The amount you're wasting
Spend it all
Every last penny
You think you earned
You think you deserved
No matter how much
Is in your bank account
Or how many rubies, sapphires
Diamonds, cars, clothes,
houses, dogs, 3 figure water,
pearls, landmass, hot tubs,
swimming pools, emeralds, jewels
Are in your possession
You'll still never fill
That gaping hole inside
Well,
Who's to blame here?
The crushing, narcissistic attitude you possess
Over everything else you have
Or
This
Cruel
World
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Bonded With Tears (7)
PoetryA poetry book. A semi-story based loosely on real life events, mainly my emotions amplified on paper. Also linked to the idea of homelessness.
