Money is boring af

Money won’t keep me quiet  
I’m already quiet
I’m not going on and on
About what’s wrong
But instead all that is right
The silence of my dark night
 
In the morning
Joy will come over
And talk men over coffee
And talk over me
But I am relatively quiet
And the money can’t marry me  
Silent like a business card
In a wallet
I’m unchecked, I’m bouncing
My eyes are not silent but burning  
Behind my smile my teeth fall out slowly
No One is noticing  
That nothing feels right  
That nothing is moving.