PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Money talks


clink clonk I sing as I roll in your pocket a reminder I burden you you want me You need me but you never get a chance to keep me Clink clonk I turn heads when they hear how I roll when I hit the floor I wont be alone for too long cause I’m money thump thump some ones there Pick me up No intentions to return me to my owner you know I know you just want a piece of me I invoke greed Cause I offer so many Possibilities Clink clonk I laugh at the fools who fight for me, die for me turn them tricks for me do time for me Money! just so they can get the fix they need but hey what can they do without me money clink clonk no one knows my history Only my present Never my future I'm either drug, blood, or hoe money but I started off as green crisp money all you know is money You need me to use me never there long enough for you to keep me but I still get you the fix you need cause I’m loved, cause I’m money And without me You'd be nothing.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.