Show Me The Money

Everything everywhere requires money

Our dreams don't come true

Or we can't fill our stomachs

So money can drive us insane

Even crazy enough to kill

I took have a little dream

A dream to start something

Something of my own

However small or big

It might be

I don't care if I get money

Cause that would reduce quality

Make me even more selfish

But I got to eat don't I

So please forgive me for this

I will serve you for a price

That simple price that

Has no compassion whatsoever

Or no feelings at all

Just some blood, sweat and tears

Reviews

[Azeremen12]

Nice poem. Nitpicky stuff, "I too have a little dream" is it I took half a little dream or I too have a little dream? Also, why the five stanza structure? When writing straight prose there should a reason behind any structure (at least in theory)-- E.e. Cummings is a good example. I liked the message.

[Dushyant Thadani]

Well I just like structure a lot for some reason... I don't have an idea why though :P :P... But thanks for your input.

[Loner]

Great depth in this poem of yours
with honest feelings mingled in it ........ Nice job.

[An owl on the moon]

It aches me to ponder how many beautiful dreams fade or die because of a lack of money... I am encouraged by your drive to go on in spite of those things of the world that would hinder your hope... A strong, stirring write.