It don't matter even if it's cold or sunny,
We would still be chasing that money,
It's ok if you truly don't understand me
Everything only I could see,
Im not a magician doing a magic,
Just a man who didn't put his brain on automatic,
But again money is the root of all evil,
We're design this way we're just people,
Some of us would kill just for 10 dollars,
Money is our master and we are in the collars,
Dare might I say we want nothing to hold,
If it isn't something of value like money or gold,
Why is the devil shown has a snake,
Why would evil come in something we hate?,
But believe is what divides greed,
To help someone who needs to feed,
I would never wish Hunger on my enemy,
But once again it's part of my identity,
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Author:
Mello (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some the things I see that are true and everyone knows but they don't care enough. I might be the only person who does this. But when I get paid every biweekly I give 1 good meal to a homeless man wishing that I could do more. If god blessed you or whatever you believe bring fore this universe then you should help the once that didn't.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments3
Spicyyyyyy
A piece filled with integrity. You nailed it with the line about the devil and the snake. It is all about appearances.
Thank you
i get what your sayin money controles everything nowadays but i'd rather be holdin hands with my girl then anything
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