Mundane Money

Honestly, I’m just a ‘nillionaire’
My pockets have just lint and air.
I’m just a guttersnipe jamming his bread
With a butter knife.

But here’s something I wanna share:
In a country where ‘The Rupee’ sores
While ‘the rupees’ soar,
All your hard work is for money to be more
Loads of cash, some gold, long cars, a bungalow.

You’ve got no stories to tell, only got stuff to show.
You’re heading to hell is what I want you to know
Because that’s where people seeking money go.
Things are to be used and people to be loved
But in today’s world it’s the other way round.

Will Smith was right when he said and I quote:
“People spend money they have earned not
  To buy things they need not
  To impress people they like not.”

Luxury isn’t what you need but want
Luxury is with what you didn’t earn or own
It’s either with what you stole or you’re on a loan.

The word ‘loan’ reminds me of the bank concept:
It lends you money if you prove you don’t need it.
And if you fail to repay they treat you like a mad convict.

If you have a gun, you can rob a bank with it
But with the bank you can rob the world. Dig it?
It’s a true fact that money makes you kiss pigs.
I’m talking about the piggy bank (just in case)

Money is a tool to be used
But men have become tools of their tools
And they choose to use this tool to lure
You into a dudehood too good to be true.
But once they find their shoe it’s the end of the pool
And out of the blue, with no notice of due
Or chance to brew; you’re shooed away like a used tissue.

I wish friends too were like currency notes
So I could hold them to light to check for those
Which are fake and hoax and pocket those
Who may drown yet lend me their boats 

But don’t feel bad if you’re left off a list
Don’t feel sad, it’s not an apocalypse
People usually reject an expensive thing
Because they can’t afford it.

Let’s think of a time that passed us.
Not much, just a little backwards,
Remember what you read in the first verse.
Yes I’m practically bankrupt.

Then what right do I have left
To speak of money at that depth?
The right to speak- the freedom of speech.
Which I’m provided in our country.
Though ‘free’dom of speech is an irony
Because my dad does pay phone bills.

                                                   ---Rakshit Nair