Just give me money

Just give me money

To win a million would not change an ideal

I just wouldn’t work, a rolling thunder of a deal!

it’s the day-dreamed hour that drags too long

It’s your being and dwellings, leaves me an emotional mong

I do however try not to be hate filled

it’s every other aspect of life which allows me to be thrilled

to travel and become of the european world

A need to write, create and leave no feeling ever unfurled

I always fail to comprehend how you live

and can only ask excuses and beg you to forgive

my life, my mind, my way of life as I ask you

for partial riches so that I can live fully too

It kills me to waste so much time

my life to work is a violent crime,

where all I can do is switch off entirely

engaging fictitious scenarios, retaining aspects of obscured sanity

It would not take much, ten grand a year would most probably do

If you felt the same you, it could happen to you

Because I don’t need a job for a sense of purpose

working leaves me with less when I need a surplus

It’s the look in your eyes that shows only distain

that I never should have brought it up, I cannot remain

But it strikes me to the core, I’m laughing within

when you realise that you work full time and you’re totally skint!