I find it crumbled in my pockets
Ringing in my wallet
Flips and rolls to the ground
Tattooed to our brains
Shakes the nerves of our fingertips
Waiting for the impending monthly arrival
It whistles evil to the ears
Compels our eyes to only see it
Frowns upon the less fortunate
Brings an empire to meltdown
Impels those who have it to be slothful
Its frightening how it can make everything change
I, you and they have become prisoners
They say it is filthy
But even words cannot fathom what it can do
Yet we cannot change it
It has been positioned in life
Maybe without it the world loses all its impetus
About the Creator
Angelique
Freelance poet, i started writing poetry seriously 5 years ago and was featured in Uk national anthology 2016. I write to free my mind and soul. Random inspirations as well as experience.
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