Money is a  necsessary eveil they say

it is a means to live

a means to survive.

But it tears us all apart,

turning us into work crazed machines

that are at eachothers throats over what?

Something as simple as money.

You can't spend on this,

but you can spend on that.

You must clench your pocket

if you are to ever retire.

You must pay it off 

all your debt

if you ever want access to what gives.


But money can't buy love

nor can it buy happiness.

Perhapse if anything it can create that illusion.

But it is not what we really need,

for it slowly sucks the life our of us

creating conflict, pettiness, enevy, and greed.

So yes money is simply that...


This poem is about: 
My family



Strong powerful words that explain your argument! Love it

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741