They say love makes the world go ‘round…
But try proposing without a diamond that whispers loud…
Money…
Family dinners full of smiles and fights repressed…
Money…
Cousins showing up at Christmas looking freshly blessed…
Money…
The secret to youth? It’s not kale or prayer…
Money…
Just a surgeon, a syringe, and some derriere repair…
Money…
You want the Nobel? Sure, write your thesis with flair…
Money…
But someone still paid for that tenured chair…
Money…
The kids need books, a laptop, and a chance to dream…
Money…
Also Wi-Fi, tutoring, and a school with steam…
Money…
Evolution gave us fire, but civilization gave us class…
Money…
And the biggest difference between king and ***…
Money…
You want to change the world? Start a cause? Break a curse?
Money…
Or you’ll be that guy with vision… and an empty purse…
Money…
Science needs data, equipment, and trust…
Money…
Also snacks for the lab, and a fridge that won’t rust…
Money…
Want to flirt, be adored, radiate that spark?
Money…
Or stay home, scroll apps, and die in the dark…
Money…
Even funerals aren’t free, your last “to-do”…
Money…
Because dying is easy, but burial? Whew…
Money…
So next time someone tells you it isn’t everything…
Money……
So here’s your truth, wrapped neat and funny:
Everything you touch, trust, taste, or tolerate runs on…
Money…
If this poem made you uncomfortable, don’t worry, it’s probably just your bank account recognizing itself in the mirror. Side effects may include existential budgeting and spontaneous side hustles.
