Coins to the Ceiling

How dare they

not understand my words.

I threw my coins to the ceiling

And slept walked out of my room.

I put my money where my mouth is.

I used to eat money;

In my crib I broke the seal,

With a tempered tongue,

I climbed the gold bars,

picking the lock of my tomb.

A fool and her money are soon parted.

I never grasped the concept

of something fake.

Something used to

separate and divide.

I used it for experiences,

not on possessions;

where worlds turn over

and universes collide.

How dare they

not understand my words.

I threw my coins to the ceiling

And slept walked out of my room.

Picking the lock of my tomb.

coin

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