Money

Money was my Ruler.

Money a Dictator of financial dread.

Money a Tyrant of corrupting my minds thinking.

The sinking feeling of lack of the means,

loot,

dosh,

wonga,

bread.

The sterling paper currency that I need.

The sterling paper currency everyone needs.

The worry of being skint creeps upon me.

Can't you hear the sound of small change

rackling,

jingling,

clinking away deep inside my pocket of desire to spent.

Life spent chasing money.

Oh! What a waste.

But now it's not down to the money anymore,

it's about being happy,

indeed it's about being

happy and contented with life in general.