Money

It’s all I think about

The lack of it haunting me

Seeing all the things I can’t have

Hungry and standing next to a restaurant full of people eating

It’s this constant sound

I don’t have it I need it

And all the things I need that I can’t afford

Meanwhile building a multimillion dollar rocket and blowing it up is a success

How long could I have lived off that money?

Boom, gone

If only it would leave me

I hate money

Yet it’s all I can think of.

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