By the Dollar

My same old stuff really I suppose...

Living expenses condenses the sensus,

conditions the frictions to financial pension.

Life, gauged by the dollar,

potential is currently a matter of currency,

ensuringly enduring current inadequacy.

Strife is now financial slaughter.

Misery is  mystery,  luxury reserved for the carefree,

collar's of dollars welded of copper,

shoppers keep stoppers for the monetary improper.

I am

Permitted to exist, for a small fee...

I can't

Carry on like this, I need to be free...

Living expenses condenses the sensus,

conditions the frictions to financial pension.

People exist paycheck to pay out...

Sanity's just formal vanity,

no one gives a f**k about humanity

money is all we've ever been about.

Financial capacity is all that will last we think

Existential penny thoughts arent worth cash you see,

and the coins you throw into the fountain at the malls,

are now measured in bubble gum and collect calls.

Monetary personalities develop the new philosophies,

Temporary tragedies imitate human individuality,

And consequently to put it simply, you're simply

cattle sized by the pay week

and no one gives a f**k  rather you live or you die

tell truths or lie, get cut and bleed dry,

all that matters in this social eye, is what you can buy.

Living expenses condenses the sensus,

conditions the frictions to financial pension.

I am

Permitted to exist, for a small fee...

I can't

Carry on like this, I need to be free...

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Ah, the evils of money, and penned up quite well in this literary piece.^ Hey what can I say old friend. You've still got it^