Slaves of Money: A Poem
Some people exist to wisely think
others crave money and power
their minds just crap and stink
polluting this world of ours.
Rich and happy doesn't mix
it's the path of constant strife
and there are no such tricks
to buy a joyous, peaceful life.
Money buys plenty of toys
to all those who can't play
they just make a big noise
keeping their hearts at bay.
The best of life isn't for sale
but that we don't really know
until worn out and already frail
we cannot see how higher to go.
Money is our sweet curse
creating slaves of achieving
as taking just care of our purse
it comes all so easy to forget living.