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.
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