The topic: Money Can't Buy Happiness.



You walk into the office, and everyone seems frantic
Your adviser gives you a look that startles you into panic
He tells you, shits over, all your funds are trashed
Theres no way to save them, your stock completely crashed..

You get home and sit down in your chair...
... This can't be my fate
Your head is engulfed, by a pair
... of two forces, which debate

Alright, sit down and just try to abate...
... about this hallucinatory chance that your willing to make.
Mind alterate and contemplate, whats at stake?
...this experience that to which you cant relate.
cuz you've blown so much that your high is becoming too rife
... so that now its so easy to pick death or your life
and you've expelled everyone that has not but help you...
and now your just scared about what the future will fall to
But think before its too deep and you either fire or leap.
... and wander into the good that you can still help to complete
Because it's creation alone that made your being
....and it's that which gave faith, but it's not in believing
& ur blessed with a marvelous gift, the gift 2 live that others wish they had,
slowly they wither on their death bed beggin for another chance, so be glad..
..that you can speak, talk, and even write
'cause money wont be the decider in the afterlife.
There are many things in this world where one can store value
Like your kids and your wife that completley adore you..
Or nature itself can clear your mind as you unwind
to its beauty and everthing that evolves in its time.
So believe! because the creator must be!
as he runs through you, just listen and "live free"
This will pass over and you will soon forget the debt
because this confusion will be over, so please do not fret.
just put it down, or you could simply walk away
...and realize this great chance lifes given you today
because the abstract is just what defines your dismay.

But just know, the future holds more than it grows
Your body becomes colder as euphoric emotion runs over.
and Life is good and I couldnt trade it to put me under.
But its that other side of this that makes me Wonder...

and so...


Your thoughts sway another way, and plunge into despair
You feel caged, and forced to stay.. within the devils care
Unfair, but alone you know though, that the voice is speaking
So your thoughts roam alone, with your self-loathing peaking
Discreetly, they intercept, redirect, and take effect
You hate yourself now, making the prior voice suspect
Infected, you reminince on what made you who you are
Defected thought, your sure to miss my intention thus far
As you gaze over the bottle of pills is full and it thrills
So you pick it up and your spine shrills with cold chills
But, "Put it down stupid, your decision is so abrupt
besides, that way of death isn't even gross enough
We need to make you an example, so the gore? it will be amble
And why would you swallow pills when you have a gun on the mantle?"
You feel so lame, and You think your insane
but whose to blame if the one talking to you is your brain?
The life you famed is over, the market tanked and whats worse is
The fact that on paper, your name is now Literally Worthless
So the voices chime in, "Man, the pills ain't slick."
"Plus, we all know your sick, the gun can make it go quick."
Your feeble, and the last thing you hear is your walking cane fall..
Your last thought,
"It sucks my wife's gonna have to clean my brains off the wall."



"Money can't buy happiness!"
... but it sure can bring pain.
But you alone can decide, if his choice was in vein.


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