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Money Madness

It always seems to be in the core of every story.

By AngeliquePublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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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

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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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