Money loves lowest common denominator

don’t ask me to love you.
it’s not that i can’t,
it’s that i don’t.
i gave you what i could,
but you told me it wasn’t enough.
you needed more.
i’ve come to realize,
you needed more.
money was your barometer,
and it was your plan.
i’m a stooge,
and who better to provide you with easy money,
than those who will work for you.
you say you “love” me but you
only love the money.
when the money stops,
so does the love.
sadly, i now have to think of
love as a comodity.