Money Makes Me Strange! Poem by Aisha Masha
Money Makes Me Strange!
Money makes me strange!
I take my bank card
I go spending
I do mall shopping
I do fine dinning
I go out day and night time
I forget my accounts
I even forget God
I smile…
It is days after payday!
Money makes me strange!
I keep my bank card
I go borrowing
I do kiosk shopping
I do home cooking
I go out only day time
I remember my accounts
I even remember God
I frown…
It is days to payday!
We do not budget, we do not spend according to priorities then we rightly suffer as the poet indicates poetically!
We All behave like Santa mmmm but count coins when the month seem heavier than the January token
Haha ha! Now I know that I am not strange is my strange behavior. Good poem.
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5/4/2024 4:58:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We all change our behavior when we are so poor or so rich! Thanks for telling us the obvious in your poem.