My poem
Money makes my mind go round.
I shouldn’t stress about it.
I have a stable job, stable rent,
and a stable access to education.
Yet I can’t help but worry about it all crashing down.
A groomed mentality since childhood?
A fear of what this world is to come?
I don’t even want to be rich.
Just another broke “commie” who has seen the failures of late stage capitalism
Yet nothing would ever change here
SURELY that means you can understand the economy and how to handle it
BUT how can you handle yourself when all you see is red.
Truthfully, I don’t care if my retirement is going down the shitter
Hey, that’s not for another 40 sum years.
SURELY it’ll recover by then.
BUT what about NOW
there is “no risk” but that’s all I can see.



