Monday, August 31, 2009

Its all about the money...

I purposely wrote this cynical, shallow, materialistic poem...for kicks i guess! Again, no title in mind...

The world laughs whole-heartedly,

At those who say the best things in life are free.

The way they preach is what I find funny,

Don’t need no love because I got the money.


I see couples, by the thousands, by the tens,

As I drive by in my Mercedes Benz.

Never felt the need to call anyone honey,

Don’t need no love because I got the money.


Every soul must find its better half, they say,

In whose pursuit, they fail to live life every day.

In solitude, I have found the perfect harmony,

Don’t need no love because I got the money.


You need someone in the end, they said,

But you awoke alone to the world, will be alone dead.

I find the eternal promises loony,

Don’t need no love because I got the money.


Believe in what you can hold, I think,

The material pleasures that don’t really leave in a blink.

The infinite, invisible joy does seem puny,

Don’t need no love because I got the money.


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