It was the requirement...
That always must be available...
Looked for by each kind of humankind...
Without money...
The life was not calm...
The head of the headache...
Thoughts drifted...
All the methods were carried out...
There were those who are honest...
There were also those who did dishonest...
That important had money...
Money...
Could make happy...
Also could make the misery...
Depended how...
Used...
Money...
Was easy to make the person fall in love...
Exceeded all available...
Possibly...
We must change was money...
So that the person be crazy about...
Wanted...
Craved...
Moreover worshipped...
Ask for to be approached...
Such was lived...
Must have something...
Something that could be relied on...
In order to be able to remain...
And was enslaved by money...
9 comments:
Love it,.. interesting.
Now I feel bad that you had to read my attempted ish!
@WSG...Tq, My poetry was simple, Could not be compared with your poetry :)
tumben denger puisi ttg uang ya, hiii....
dan rasnaya aneh uang jadi puisi, tapi klo puisi jadi uang mah ga aneh, uda pernah mengalaminya *matre*
@Chi... makana cari yang gak biasa hehehe
Interesting. Money does answer all things and many people will do anything they can for money.
Great poem!
bisa komen gak ya
@Tunsie...u right bro n Tq :)
@Elis..hehehe komen aja sist :)
money is the root of evil. sometimes.
yes of course, sometimes money made us like that :)
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