Clouds poetry

Security needed

Smile on my/her face
Wants to blur enough to make
Eyes pour like inside rain, in a house
The security man how he explains
What makes a rich man rich what makes a poor
Man poor, the conversation then took a train
To how good of a father he is not by saying but by
Doing, not in my eyes but in his words is it still the
Same? dates, how a man should treat her he tells his
Daughter, though I feel like he's speaking to me,
Don't settle for less,
The conversation then took a ticket to how to
Manage your money, live life but be financially
Stable if you do not want debt to eat you away like
a bad disease, who got feed up with the world,
Smile on my/her face wants to blur
Enough to make eyes pour like inside rain
Not because of money talk because once you
Have the money like a puppet you can make anything talk,
But inside rain wants to pour–
Because of father talk isn't that funny,
How I never had but mother half father she is
Gives me the talk as a everyday routine.
-ashes poetry