#money – The Zen Poetic

The Rat Race

Turbo heat engine 
Race against time
Rallying almost causes exhaustion

The Great Pyramid Scheme

Follow the gold
Until you grow old

Blinded by it's glitter
Hypnotised by false glimmer

All money is debt
We the slaves work to regret

The poor 
The rich 

All binded by a golden bet

Eat or Heat

First frost kisses the dew
A temporary statue 
The frozen few

Before Winter lands
The seasons must shake hands
Then the hourglass flips it's sands
Then autumn disbands

The air hangs still
Snow dresses the hills
I want to put the heating on 
but worry we can't afford the bills

Straight Flush of Hearts

Our shackles made of gold
It's strength has a forceful hold
If only we could break them
We should be so bold

Strong together in unity
Then the dealers hand 
Shall fold

No longer will we be told...

Future Relic

Ancient geometric design
Warp speed is sublime
I feel like a character
from "Deep Space 9"
At this rate of pace 
I'll rapidly decline

Check out of this space station
Find a different Alien Nation
Look towards another constellation
They'll probs still have record 
levels of inflation!

Pyramid scheme on the 
Martian dune sea
I own several shares in 
interstellar cryptocurrency 

We're all multi-trillionaires out here
Trying to escape the clutches of 
capitalist induced fear

Do we sell or do we hold?
In the Future we'll see we 
no longer have to mine for gold

Be free, be wise and be bold(ly)
(Go were no one has gone before)

Take Stock

Bloated ambitions

Forecast low expectations 

In for a penny?