I don’t really want it,
But you tell me I need it.
Hands reach in to take what I have.
More hands reach in to take what I need.
You have plenty, so why take mine?
They say it makes the world turn,
But it does not turn mine.
For me it does a good job,
When it comes to making it stop.
My bank balance is low,
But my head is held high.
If only I could feed my children,
Using my own stubborn pride.
Only then could my babies eat like kings.
Money is something of a myth in my house. Paying bills is a worry and keeping a roof over my babies heads is the biggest worry of all. I absolutely detest money and the social pressures that come along with it, but in this world I have no choice but to chase numbers.