Money,
It slips through my fingers,
Like slithers of bottle-green seaweed submitting to gravity.
I chase it every day,
But yet I still feel drowned at its mercy.
I am submerged.
Will anyone take mercy?
Celebrities live a life of luxury,
Yet still, some show signs of misery.
If more money is all of our end goals,
Then how can we avoid this unpleasant possibility?
It’s a lie to say that money isn’t necessary,
It’s a lie to say we don’t want it.
Are we all doomed to live this rat race intensively?
Or is a mouse trap the only way round it?
The Neon Squid 