Life.

A poem about life.

I have been thinking, here are my thoughts......

There's a giant foot on my neck.
It's called life.
It wont let go till i die.

Sometimes it likes to dance,
when ever times get harder.
And when you feel it letting go,
it just stomps and says "Sucker".

Those moments when you think
"I'm the best"
It comes back down and says
"back to reality, you've had your rest"

Life and money are two close brothers.
If you have one, you should have the other.
If money is your friend, life is your lover.

Life is a gold digger, who loves you when you're stacked.
Once your money goes, her bags are already packed.

Its not the material things, but lets do some math,
No money equals job, job equals working, working equals boss, boss equals stress, stress equals unhappiness, that is your path.
Now divide your paychecks into threes,
with taxes, taxes, and more fees.
You have some money, now what do you do?
You pay bills, rent, and no more for you.

Life is a bitch that works for the government, it'll stand on your neck till you die.
What have we learned from this lesson on life? Stop thinking, and go buy something else.