The Poet: Money, Money, Money

In this world of horrific capitalism,
One need stands above all others,
It’s nigh as omnipotent as radicalism,
Keeping us hidden up under the covers.

Want to self-actualize, do you?
Good luck with that quest in this hellish climate,
It’s difficult for all, save for a few,
Those with the money to keep nice and private.

We may dream that love makes the world go round,
It’s a falsehood,
Money powers the Earth’s spin around,
Covering our eyes like an executioner’s hood.

Money, my friends, is the power almighty,
Hold onto it, nice and tightly.

Ryan S. Kinsgrove

RSK

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