$ god

yeah you heard right - cackle like a banshee, wiggle like a dunce, prance like a peacock, then peck the ground like there is gold in it. don't have to, till the $ god leaves then the frantic pace begins, go out into the streets and knock no door opens unless you have some of this $ god, you do have some don't you? can't you: a kindly woman shuts the door softly and kids they make funny faces seeing that you have now become one of them having to ask for permission on anything. feels vulnerable s u f f o c a ting tingles up your spine, more like spasms in your head exploding. hunger burns, medicine costs, even clean water ain't free. and in time to come, not even clean air. you must pay dear, a man with some $ god explains as if talking to a child work. you must work. but the doors are all closed - cause it is always something, why how, not you. someone else got the job. frantic eyes pacing more time to wiggle like a dunce now? never. with back straight, how resolved! knock knock and fear enters the bones, knock knock and doubt poisons the mind, knock knock and faith goes to hell, hellish demons mock of virtue - ready to cackle like a banshee now? tears fill a dozen bowls, sorrow overwhelms an ocean grief takes hold of the spirit now prance like a peacock ... ... good upbringing becomes distant, honest work a cruel joke, bff is nothing but dust. peck the ground yeah - there is $ gold in the ground disillusionment, come weary traveler and part from old ways that save not. bends the will, bends the mind, breaks the spirit. and all the while - people talk. people walk. you tell me: which matter?