Poetry- Money

Ok so its the 1st and I didn't get paid. I feel like I'm going crazy which made me think of a poem I wrote a while aback. We all wish at some point in time that we had more money, the question now is how much will we let it control us?

MONEY

Oh you evil beast of burden bearing the world such pain and torment
Masquerading as the saviour as the saint as the solution
But you sanctity is of no valour here
You enshroud us in fear of your absence
Your ensnare us with your arrogance
How dare you decide who lives and who dies
Who is worthy of merit and praise
You FALSE GOD!
You mock us!
And the more you do is the more we need you
The more we crave and desire you
The less we are able to live without you
And we dare not doubt you
You carry such clout
Such esteem
I am sure if you ever took a moment away from your greed
You would beam in pride
That you are the now the primal motivation for the masses
Making us sycophantic vassals
Devoid of original thought because your imagery is everywhere
Well I break free of your snare
And return you to where you should be
You foolish knave
I am the master and you are the slave
You do what I tell you to do
You go where I tell you to go
No longer will you possess the ability to say NO
I will stretch you to you limit till you beg for relief
You will know grief because of me
I will work you so hard will not breathe
Whenever you try to leave I will yank you by your chain
At my feet you will remain
I will be the bane of your existence as you have been the scourge of mine
You imitation of the divine
You will rue the day you ever tried
To control ME!

©Chase