suits, old men in suits...
black briefcases, taxes,
a headspace full of taxes.
red, purple, green, blue...
colourful bills,
copper coins so worthless.
middle class, even them, worthless.
tables, deals, pulling me off...
subtract my money,
even my copper coins!
capitalism, little black dress...
don't quite fit into this world
suits, you old men in suits,
you're a mess.
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I wrote this one releasing bad emotions, the topic is clear...
sometimes this world ain't right at all, but poetry is at least something good, that can come from it. This really helped me cope with unfairness and I hope that maybe it can do the same for you too.
xo, Sð¹â¤ï¸