Death is inviting me,
To enjoy eternity,
Its the best option I see.
I'm not a fan of their money,
Yet I need it to be,
To enjoy physicality.
It won't come to me,
Cause I feel bad energy,
Negativity bound by desire.
How it drives everybody,
Doing Anything to acquire,
Even hurting those you admire.
I don't desire to be,
Part of this society,
Blinded by a fallacy.
Designed to keep us quietly,
Inside a little box,
Stealing like a fox.
Cause all that's left are rocks,
Holding you down,
From reaching your crown.
So they can control the town,
As citizens wear their frown,
Money tearing them down.
All the power in what you own,
Until death visits your home.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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Such a sad truth. Nice poem.