Breaking The Mold: Poetry For A New Era

Just Money

Money, oh money, what a funny game,
It makes the rich folks go insane.
They think with you, they have it all, But in reality, they just fall.

You can't buy love, they say it's true, But that won't stop them from trying to.
They'll spend on things they don't even need,
Just to feed their endless greed.

But in the end, what do they gain?
A pile of cash, with no one to claim. Their friends are fake, their family's gone,
And all they have left is a bank account long.

So here's to you, dear money, the joke of the town,
Bringing laughter to those who see you drown.
For though you're worshipped like a god,
In the end, it's just a facade