Cha-Ching
February 28, 2019
I see your signs on my walls.
You demand to exist more,
But there’s nothing I can do.
High demand, low supply.
I lounge in poverty and isolation.
He works all night and day.
I live alone, afraid of the world,
So I find sanctuary in a small, walled room.
High demand, low supply
The philosophy of my lonely, loveless life
In the future, people will wish to be me
Do they really want to live in my madness?
Cha-ching, cha-ching
The wall grows green with black symbols as decor
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Who thinks about their wants when they don’t even have needs?
The decorations circle over my walls
They make me follow with my eyes
Cha-ching, cha-ching, I hear
When I don’t hear it, I scream.