money money

How much do you cost

to be alive?

Every drink

a dollar bill,

every bite

more dollar bills,

every shelter

dollar bills,

every trip

more dollah bills,

cellular fills

sunken hills

cost of pills,

my life’s a time crunched

jar of moments,

grimy hands

wipe me out,

I grime my hands

spending my time

begging for more money

to give me more time

to be alive

so I can

wash my hands;

I wanna sell out

like I’m lucky

but I ain’t,

we the people,

make us rich

make us appreciate

with time

instead of erode,

I gotta get some sales

so I can eat at all,

I gotta get an uptick in sales

so I can eat better,

feed the greed,

a distant dream,

bougie restaurants

I’ve never seen,

isn’t there a better way to

wake up and breathe,

I’m so hungry

not for money

just the thing

under its guise,

I keep beggin’ out here

because I want to feel alive.

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