The deep end of the pool called purpose. You can swim here, when you're beyond the cash someone throws at you. Or beyond the cash you chase to satisfy yourself.
Some purposes are deeper than cash and cashmere.
The shallow end of the pool — for the sellouts.
The agenda-compliant minions.
Deeper Than Cash
// poetry
Your feet pinned to the moment,
Are you easily given to coin?
The paper a concoction of deceit
Past it the important pieces conjoin.
Like a random whisper
From the dark waters of a mind
The people before the curtain,
Unbeknownst slaves to the one's behind.
They push you to the edge
Like a rat to the trap,
Laughing at your misery
Ironic when desperation gets you to flap!
But one day the stage shall fall,
I've seen it happen once as a kid,
Lights out, enough of this phony act!
Under the stage is where the Big Guns hid.
It's like a deck of cards crashing
The important one's under Pyramid
You keep eyeing the peak of what you see
Amongst the civilians the Big Guns hid.
Be watchful when a costumed stranger
Walks at you with Ponzi schemes
My Faithfulness to the Creator Deeper than Cash
I keep navigating through the light He beams.
