Money is Relative.
Right now it’s all i can think of because its not coming in. Flowing out of my pocket with every choice I have to make, what to eat, where to go, what I need to do to get this non-profit thing started.
Bank account slowly draining, bills unpaid doubling their charge, interests rising.
I’ve got to finance the things that i need to function knowing that it will take twice as long to pay it back.
It never seems to be enough.
Money troubles almost make me want to live a sedentary life,
locked in a dark room to save electricity,
not moving to save on food,
not going anywhere to save on gas.
It’s funny, that money, has the power to regulate my life, and yours.
“In God we Trust” is even more evident when we see how we spend in our lives.
Capotalism makes money a God out of paper.
Paper who’s stacks are gatekeepers to different circles,
20 dollar cover charge? HELL NO!
Money tells us how to dress,
thrift store baby,
and what to eat,
cookin at home all day every day.
The paper chase ever elusive especially when you’re hard up for it.
They say that people socialize primarily with those of the same economic class.
Our value printed with every social action.
Just walk into an Armani Exchange in sweats, and you will know what I mean.
So fuck armani and his booji Yuppie ass customers,
cuz my jeans that i got from good will,
will last twice as long as those triple stitched designer crap that’s pre-faded and bleached,
to mimic a life of jumping fences late night hikes and rolls in the sand.
The dollar can pucker up those thin green lips and kiss my ass,
because with the looks of the economy you will die first,
and there is something that you will never be able to buy.
ME.
