Steamy vapors dance out of our mug, rising up and active despite the cold. Warm, caffeinated, medicated, placated. But the cold has a way of slowing everything down, even the lifeless poison air wafting from our drink. Bottoms up.
Money is a sham, a worthless middleman They teach us that we need money So we can buy other things Food, clothes, a home. We can buy things we want, too Fun and games, and phones. Apparently, we need money to live Otherwise, nothing would get done Or so they say. In school, we're taught… Continue reading The Middleman