The most priceless thing money can buy.
The pinnacle of pentacles.
Such a such and such.
And you’ve got the Midas touch.
So dare to be laissez faire.
Those of your coin are rare.
This broad has seen it all.
Loves the coldest of cash, has been known to hoard it.
(She can afford it.)
Smokes, drinks scotch by the gallon.
Lends a helping hand-
(Or should I say talon?)
Suckled you at birth,
Trust funded your self worth.
Showered you with gifts.
When you needed the lifting she gave you the lifts.
But after all the things listed above
Time for some tough love.
(This might be a little rough
But you’ve been nurtured enough.)
You’re needy, greedy and your lifestyle is unsustainable.
Focus on goals that are more attainable.
“Love can’t buy you money, honey."
That defensive stance
Nothing left to happenstance.
So wary it’s scary.
No nonsense, exacting.
This isn’t play acting.
Known in several counties to be a hunter of bounties.
Wielding a shield,
Daring to be prepared.
Prepared to be daring.
But there’s a lot of Why there
And thousand yard staring.
Head in the clouds.
Feet on the Earth.
You monetize everything for all you’re worth.
And what you hold in your hands is not merely a mirror.
The world can be why’d
But your vision is near.
You’re a myopic youth, in truth, obsessed with wealth.
You can even be jealous of yourself!
Practical, tactical, your focus tyrannical-
Geez, dude. Take a sabbatical.