Sonnet about my thoughts on currency.

You go through life, money is key,

At least thats what we were taught.

Money is but currency, merely temporary.

Think! Its not as permanent as you thought.

Having money sets you up for destruction.

What would life be if there was no bad?

Green paper; form of production.

We live like this, isn’t it sad?

Greed defined as excessive desire.

Money and objects its all the same.

When will this craziness retire?

Its not just you. but I, to blame.

I don’t mean to sound mundane 

Who knows, maybe I’m going insane.

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