People use me,
and they don’t stop.
They are full of glee,
as they see a pawn shop.
People always want more
because they are full of greed.
The only reason they are on the floor,
is to plant a tree seed.
I’m considered somebody’s property,
and yet I get passed around.
Is it just to fill somebody's curiosity,
like buying something run down?
People always fight for me,
and sometimes I get ripped.
Then, I’m nothing more than a sea,
With sailors who are not equipped.
While I can be very valuable,
they don’t like when I’m tiny.
Because then i’m unreliable,
and nothing more than something shiny.
But, jokes on you,
without me you’d have nothing.
Your plan to become the richest will fall through,
so, just be happy, because at least you have something.
