i love money.
it is a great invention.
it is easy to carry and count.
much better than chickens, pigs, and rocks.

but it is not more than a tool.
some people get carried away
that it is an idea, a goal, a purpose,
but these people are idiots.

as a father
i was preparing myself mentally
to use my body as a shield
against falling rocks.
i was meditating
about rocks piercing my skin
breaking my ribs and shuttering organs
while I am still keeping the position
protecting my kids under me.
my hands and legs
must not move
even though my spine is crushed.
I was only sorry
about them seeing my blood
so I focused on smiling.