To all those that have written
Further actions could be given
For I have never given enough
With a currency that they love
This last demon in my mind
Laughing at my poverty line
Telling me I\'ll always be broke
Backed up by every letter spoke
I don\'t want to be a paperweight
With the pressure of its name
Keep your capital and its gain
In this mad world going insane
Budgeting to try and live within a box
Knowing every week I\'ll still be at a loss
Giving to one by putting off another
Slowly drowning to keep above water
So for the record let me say again
I am dissatisfied in living this way
A monetary system built to provide
Yet mostly I feel a worldly divide