Oh,
money.
Be you,
real?
Oh,
money.
Be you,
tethered to one's,
placenta?
Oh,
money.
Why,
be you here?
Oh,
money.
I,
see no reason,
to care.
Cartoonish,
this existence.
Money,
makes it so.
The,
weakest and the dumbest,
seem to,
have the most.
Energy,
they syphon.
Life,
quickly becomes death.
And,
of course,
such exist,
as the only time to rest.
Seconds,
be they never yours.
Safety,
you seem to adore.
Pleasure,
coming to your door.
Is,
this all you're here,
for?
To be,
this which shall,
forever be a shell.
Oh,
the kid inside you,
isn't such in hell?
All,
for a dollar.
All,
for a cent.
All,
for,
nothing...
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