Money

I wish money never exist at all
I wish we would just use something else to trade
Animals, crops, land or whatever sounds fair

I wish Liz & I would find a "normal" roommate
I wish we had never met a psycho one
I wish we had a girl who would treat us fairly

Above all this
I wonder why God keep sending me a trouble-maker
Are YOU testing me ?
Are YOU teaching me of something ?
Are YOU mad at me ?
What are YOU trying to do, LORD ?

Above all this
I started getting used to people running away with my money
Now I am not freaking out as I was before
Although I pity myself for not being a billionaire
Why would a poor creature like me still have to deal with thieves ?
Why would they steal money from a poor foreigner ?
Why would they think I have enough money to support three people ?
While I cannot even keep up with my expenses

But again,
the question prevails ...
"What are YOU trying to do, LORD ?"