For those that don’t have it, it is a big deal
For those that do, it’s a piece of paper
Its viewed as the primary source for joy and thrills
And a significant lack of it brews disaster.
The current god of the modern age
Its roots anchored within the hearts of mortal men
Its minted leaves places man in a mental bondage
Yet we chase it to no end.
You cannot serve God and mammon
View it as a means and not a destination
Death is an inevitability we share in common
Pursue not after only ostentation.