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Rowan S 1d
The necessity
Of filthy lucre: money
Oils the world's hinges
Momoir 1d
Money;
So temporal
helps us forget our morals
The damage it causes
contracts & clauses
people starving while others feast
without conscience, the evil beasts!!
That is the preoccupation in our world

Money;
confusing, making life all
twisted & twirled
Surely you can't compare it
To Gods eyes in the stars
His heart, the moon, sweet sister
Moonshine
Guides us in such a tormented world at such a darkened time.

Can you buy the sun?
Can you purchase the planet of love?
No,
But you sure do your best to pay for this destruction above

Money;
a horrid corruption
when all we really need is love
Written by my mother, June 1993
I never throw my 2 cents in
Because everyone expects a dollar
There once was a man without job,
Who frankly was quite the heartthrob.
He wrote rhymes quite good,
Reverse syntax could,
So why does he yet have no job.
Abigail Rose Jan 15
Memorize poetry—
Wonder what you did that for—
Time is currency.
mera Jan 14
Please...someone pay me money for immigration please
I want to immigrate please help me with money
Bard Jan 12
Been havin sports car dreams
Ridin in a Volvo blowin steam
Livin the creme de la creme

Till I wake up to the nightmare
Tired of wakin and bein poor here
Gotta sleep dream of somewhere
Somewhere... Somewhere...

Man, somewhere else is where I wanna be
Another reachin for green like my fool gatsby
Every comedown letdown settledown got me empty
Theres a fog of smoke from the green i burn where I be?
And who was it that I be? Had to have been somebody

Been slowly dyin workin nine to five
How long can I last maybe nine or five  
Dont know if I got the pay needed to live
Gotta get this pay if I wanna live

Takin a stride lost in the forest lookin for somewhere to apply
Then again might just burn the forest float on a smoky sky

I'm livin this life and struggling against the current currently
I'm workin this job struggling weekly concurrently for currency
Grindin my life away gonna end up passing away silently
Wanna burn fast and hard a pyre burning brilliantly

But im just slow burnin embers no fuel for the fire
Gotta get some more need someone to send me a wire
These burnin embers are goin out the light gettin dimmer
Drownin in darkness no I've never been a good swimmer
No food in the pantry man im gettin ****** thinner
Keep competin for the prize but never been a winner
Cant win the rigged matches unless I become a sinner
Gotta be criminal just to get myself some dinner
Still beleive I can make it though the deluded dreamer

Gotta try and make it live my fantasy
Or die locked in a penitentiary
For the crime of chasin my rhapsody
Probably just end up another casualty
Lumi Jan 10
promise
in diamonds

drown
in dollars

fall
in fools gold

and die
alone.
no one ever said love wasn't expensive
you'll pay for what you did.
Abigail Rose Jan 9
Inspiration strikes like lightning--
Wait, no, scratch that.
I’m really trying hard not to be cliche.
Inspiration strikes like the common cold:
It creeps up slowly and dreadfully
Until I’m spewing snot out of my nose
And coughing up nonsense for a week.  
That’s actually a bit more accurate.

How often do you catch a cold?
Once a year.
Maybe twice.

Currently I am writing uninspired;
Linguistically constipated.
Maybe I’m just a bad writer
Or maybe the act of writing was only meant
To punctuate my emo phase
Because then I was a teenager
And the possibility of living off of poetry
Was only a fun idea
And not a requirement.

How often do you think about money?
Just as often as
Everybody else does.

It’s (almost) as though artists
Must continuously invite sickness
Into our lives to remain active creators.
I’m sabotaging my immune system
So that I’ll be sick enough
To see the world as a tyrant
Who can be brought to justice
Only through the power
of my martyred voice.

It’s society making me sick,
Not me,
Why would I do that to myself?
I’m just trying to make a living
The best way I know how.
Age comes with a price.

At first there's student loans to pay, and medical bills soon come your way:

There's marriages and births...

Save some money for the worst of times, spend a nickel or throw a dime.

Insurance and loans to buy a home, between car payments and rental fees;

Donate to your church while praying on your knees.

Our wallets grow thinner with each passing day, working grim and *****, tryin' to find another way:

Just make it through and retire, watch the grand kids grow.

Maybe spend a couple of months down in Mexico.

Soon enough you'll have to leave your line, and realize that real wealth...comes in the form of time.
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