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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