Least Read Poems About Money

MONEY

“Wishy-Washy” leafy green
Your deceptive lies are unforeseen
With your haughtiness of arrogance
You stand alongside God in attracting elegance.
Blinding the essence of life and reality of death
Fatally consuming every stride of one’s very breath
 
Root of pride – Root of lies
For you – everyone complies!  
Even a saint may beam a thief
As you betray all to a life of grief!
When they become your captive prey
Yet, no one shuns you far away
 
“Wishy-Washy” faded green
Your warmth pricks...

in the age of the broke
a future of invisible people

this week, a body-part’s for an exhibit
previously, another’s placed in a concrete mix

and we will fit daresay behind
furniture that is never flush to the wall

during the age of the penniless
the eyebrow, a nape, and both achilles to be the norm

sold, the entirety of doors will be locked
because deemed unnecessary by a many shedding face

we will slide
in and out of the mail slots to be called

Feel that Draft?
the small of the back for the...

I'm a line of credit,
With no real value.

I open an account,
So I can devalue.

This fiat money,
Holds nothing true.

Just harassment and entrapment,
And lawsuits.

One day I'll wake up,
And subdue you.

You're my true currency,
And I pursue you.