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Psychology (Money)
Psychic pain from hypothetical situations
from imagining a particular scenario
sometimes being still your mind races and your anxiety rises
to a pitch above treetops and chimneys
guilt and dread in a overriding urgency
start to wobble back and forth
I'm listening, like a gun to my head I'm listening
for anything you want, anything for a moment of silence and relief
I didn't make money or I would have adopted children
I didnt have the resources not to think of myself constantly
jid says being broke is an expensive lifestyle
in that song I like
ah entertainment
humanity's best
Havana syndrome
blasting you with all kinds of waves
why
for what
This poem really captures
This poem really captures the restless churn of living without enough:
the way anxiety loops, how poverty narrows your world until even generosity feels impossible.
I love the raw honesty of the line about adopting children, and
the nod to JID’s lyric grounds it in lived culture.
The ending “why / for what” feels like the perfect echo of exhaustion,
a question that lingers long after the poem ends.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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