Money

The small little paper,

flying through the air;

over the dusty landscape,

flying without care.

It’s that familiar little paper

used every day;

causing us to fight,

to spite, and to fray.

We use it everywhere

to buy things we fancy;

to grasp onto a feeling;

a feeling somewhat antsy.

Everyone wants

this tiny piece of paper;

to enjoy a life

that will not taper.

But we need to wake up

from this despicable lie,

and see that this

will cause for goodbyes.