The Kind-Hearted Smart Aleck

When standing back and thinking about it, isn't the concept of money odd? For most of our lives, our main goal revolves around having more pieces of paper than the next person. We continually chase after this piece of paper. This piece of paper is central to our well-being and existence. When someone runs out of this paper, he or she may suffer dire consequences because of it. We use this paper to get houses, cars, food, clothes, and booze. When we hand this piece of paper to someone, we tend to get something for it. To say this paper is magic would be doing a disservice to magic. No matter how much paper we possess, we always seek more. We can never have enough paper. When feeling generous, we hand paper to those without much paper, if any. Sometimes people become so obsessed with this paper, they commit crimes due to it. Yup, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness should probably instead read, "Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, if you have paper."

This one can be found on pages 61-62 in "Seasons Come, People Grow: A Poetic Journey". For anyone whom has read and enjoyed these poems, you can find and purchase the book at several different sites, the cheapest of which is at Lulu.com. "Fantasyland" Languages created through the years, Constructing lines to form letters, Sounds connected to each one, Scrambling them all up and calling them our own, Who came up with what? How did it come to be? Why did they get to decide? Who decided on this authority? Born into a made-up world, Taking for granted that all is real and true, Living in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, Giving in to life's temptations for pleasure and personal use, The world was here long ago, Inhabitants making it up as they go, Being born and never having a clue why things are, Having to accept everything as just so, Here lies ingenuity, Here lies the ignorance of man, Here we all are waiting and watching, Welcome t...