A nickel beneath my foot
A dime in between my toes
Why must it surround me so
Why must money be so gold
Shining beneath the worlds soot
Only makes its shimmer grow
Why must my greed win
Why must I lose to sin
Cost me my worth
My life is valued less than a loonie
Why must people be so cruel
Why must it be true
Less and less I have
But I am still living
Why must life be money
Why must money be this cunning
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoésiePoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
