M.I.E. (Money Isn't Everything)
I'm painting pictures; about pitching pennies and prophecies.
We jump squares; like Monopoly..
for your profit..please..
Your pockets seams..are splitting..you see this pot of dreams is so addictive, while, chasing pre-scripted thoughts for apologies.
Or a pile of G's..
This money comes violently..
I'm running a silent fee..
I'm running with silent feet; inside my head.
I'm feeling like there is poison all inside my lead.
I'm feeling like I'm drunk off this potion, or what is inside my keg.
Damn..
I'm feeling lost for real.
What is the point of feeling rich, if money is lost..appeal..
I'm feeling exhausted..chill..
before I toss this..pill..
and then, I'm lost at..wheel..
I think I lost my..will..
- iamsoule
- Author: eyeamsoule (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 6th, 2017 12:40
- Comment from author about the poem: I didn't know what category to put this in. These are actually some lyrics from a song I wrote, it felt poetic to me, in the way that I wrote it. Let me know how you feel, how you interpret it, and the message you receive from this. Thank you!
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Cleverly writing... thank you for sharing... They rhyme scheme is well executed.
Thank you! I appreciate you for reading and sharing your humble comment
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