Money, pays the rent
but before the month is over
all your money’s spent.
Money, not the most important thing
but if you don’t make enough
you’ll be living on a shoestring.
Money, some have it all
they’re treated like royalty
while we worship their beck and call.
Money, with it you can be president
beware of false prophets
you’ll be wondering where your money went.
Money, it’s just fancy paper
you can’t even eat it
yet it’s a world shaper.
Money, it’s something we all need
but if you can’t get a job
you cannot succeed.
Money, it doesn’t seem fair
its exhausting making ends meet
living on hope and a prayer.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Not to be confused with the Pink Floyd song, Money. Image: Google search from The Jetsons. Written for the prompt money with my friends at Poets United.