Money

Well, for the starters,
I feel I need money.
For what I still need them
No one yet knows.

Well, let me tell you.
That’s for the living,
It happens like this,
That’s our life form.

Even for looks,
For style, for whatever,
We all need some money
That’s for sure right.

And I need them, darling,
Not hiding even.
I wish you know that
I spend them so well.

I want to look nice,
Presentable ever,
I need that always
Although you don’t.

And I want to feel
Like I am forever
The one that is pretty
And looks so divine.

I am fine with the 9.
And later you ask me:
“Why not 10 then?”
Well, that’s how I feel.

I’m fine with this number,
Not so narcissistic,
But if you still are,
I’ll let it be.

Yes, I need money,
You have already heard it.
“Then go to work”
You might have just so said.

Well, if you just let me
Explain it, whatever.
I will gladly go there,
Though not happens today.

Yes, not today
And not even tomorrow.
That’s how I live
So just let me be me.

I wish there was kind of work
That just never needs me
I’m at home,
Living so free.

I with that’s my money
Came from art forms,
Maybe from poems.
Why isn’t so?

I hate the routine
I hate repetitions
Of actions, so done.
Let me just be!

So, to sun up,
I want to just mention,
I’m fine with the 9,
No work and it’s fine.

But still I need money,
So kind people, ever
You feel you don’t need them
Just send them to me.