In the pursuit of financial extravagance
What are you willing to sacrifice?
Money doesn’t come for free,
You lose a part of yourself to the siren call
Of freedom and excess and arrogance.
It sings to you while you sleep,
It sings to you while you ****,
It sings to you while you leave everyone behind,
Everyone who can’t keep up with your artificial lifestyle.

What are you willing to sacrifice?
Money fills the space where personality resides,
You become a cardboard cut-out of who you used to be,
A transparent being of who you wanted to be.
You become useless to those who needed you,
You become a mannequin roaming aimlessly
From shop to shop buying expensive trademarks
To fill the void money carved in you.
Ask yourself this, did it work?
No?
Shame.

Money kills the only part of you anyone likes.
You used to look at the world with wonder,
Now you see vacant lots and vacant looks
And you end up miserable and alone
As all those you associated with
Find idiot savants with more money than you
And leave you behind just as you did
To all the people who actually cared about you,
All the people who were genuinely interested
In all the conversations you held,
All of your idiosyncrasies and twitches.

You’ve never felt so alone,
And all the money in the world
Won’t buy me and the others back.
Good luck finding what you lost,
Some things are never meant to be found again.
You will die alone and miserable
Just like everyone else.