Money

Why do I want what I want Is it because I'd matter if I have it Or I’d feel less miserable Like I contribute something valuable And all of a sudden I'll be visible Maybe I might even have companions And be less lonely Maybe my phone would finally ring for meet ups My opinion would matter in family gatherings The church would feel blessed if I visit them , Cousins would suddenly worry if I post that I’m not okay And I’ll be convinced that they really care, People will knock at my door if I can’t show up And vacations would be cancelled if I can’t make it The attention would be overwhelming , I'd say mean things and they'd make excuses for it And thus laugh at my offensive and unfunny jokes. They'd take my compliments as the word of God. Functions would be considered a success if I’m present I'd cry “I’m so fat" and they'll just shower me with compliments And continue to whine about everything and they'd be running around perfecting things for me Seems to be true that money makes the world go around It certainly makes the world revolve around the rich.