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Elation has a quarrel with me

A pocket full of empty symbols

Coins

I feel I'm just a quarter of me

If being broke is a joke

I think that all of humanity

Can't detect whats funny

Time is money

So as we speak

I'm getting further in dept

I'm writing rhymes

When I should be writing checks

To pay off bills and advance my steps

Away from feeling this inept

Art is the only career with

The payoff being respect

S**t i need to study

Or look for a job on the internet

But I complain contemplating

If I can affect whats next

Certain I can't clean up this mess

Burdened feeling like poverty's reject

Closing curtains and changing the subject

Hoping I can hurdle this foreign object

Reviews

[PerfectFlaw90]

I really like the opposing thoughts in this one: On one hand, you feel like you should abandon all this poetry and abstract thought and pay more attention to financial worries, but at the same time you feel like poetry and art is a part of living, and you can't really feel alive without it...I think we all have this conflict in some form at some point in our lives. Awesome stuff, I love it.