slaves to money

by mandaceehb

enslave me to money

dangle the numbers before my eyes

let me go dizzy with streams of crashing coins and fluttering notes

the music to my ears and hands

slick plastic edges the pleasure my sweat-traced fingers cannot deny

i need the gold to anchor my soul and give me false joy

these earthly obsessions that strangle me with reality

we are slaves to these dollar signs because they distract

our necks trapped in the smooth curve of the $

their ghastly repetitions in every cell and fibre

we work all our lives and forget how to live

we forget