money

what is money
but a current sea
of disbelief
a marker
never collected
a yoke
around the neck
a weight
straining the backs
of those without
as useful
as air to a fish
an indictment
against the natural
orders unfulfilled
a sudden sullen stain
discoloring
a world of technicolor
commerce
a house of cards
that all read
i owe you.

what is money
but a means
to seeking
meaning in
a meaningless
existence
chasing paper
that isnt worth
the gold
it supposedly
represents.

my stomach
gurgles acidly
as i sit
without
on a cool day
in hell.

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