My Money Doesn't Fold; It Giggles Giggle- You know.

Have you been listening to those new trends lately? That music was revealed in the reel of Facebook, originally from Instagram. Those verbal compositions added the effect, simple video clips that honestly have an impact; others just don't mind but skip. But some are still worthy of times. I came from wrap music of a new generation; the title was "Jiggle Jiggle," owned by Duke, Jones, and Louis Theroux. The song captivated me, and I found myself listening to it a couple of times and LLS form of music, trying to get the lyric of the song. But I am different from the main piece, whose money doesn't giggle but fold; mine could fold for even a tiny count of time. It becomes coins to laugh in my pocket.

I thought I would leave today as absent because my mind cant cooperates in giving me precious words to learn and start. I just stay in my position and hope some miraculous thoughts visit me and do the job. To make me feel the terms were as comfortable as the writing was designed, that script couldn't cope, so I opened the music platform 'Spotify' and went to 'weekly favorite.' I decided to have the premium plan, for I have been listening within the forum for some time, and I get the comfort I need. The advertisement was suck and repetitive; even the skip button was only limited to six times. It bothered me for feels like the freedom of choosing music was banned.

Until I came up with a piece of music that inspired me to write; Giggle-giggle.

When I was still young, I thought money would come when you were an adult. I really thought that someone gave it to you when you were old enough, that's why I might be excited to become old as thinking children. I didn't want to ask my parents anymore; I enjoyed mine.

But that was a scam, a child who plays money using a guava leaf or cut pieces of a used school notebook. To become a fake bill in the play. I remembered that I would get mad when my playmates tricked me when we were playing; as I said, they gave me five pieces of guava leaves. That the start of the quarrel ended to stop the game. We hated each other because of the guava leaves; then, we played another game and were friends again.

That's how innocent I was, and I was thankful somehow I had been within that game of a lifetime. Where enjoying the childhood the nature. But now, playing games with them are different. Money wasn't like the guava leaves and cut notebooks that we gave the value of defined. Things become so much, and realty offers the pay of all.

Unlike the lyric, my money doesn't fold. When they said fold, I guessed they just like paper, not a coin that will giggle in their pocket or pants. I knew someone who thought that money was a never-ending commodity. Where they don't like coins, if the chain was coined, they better not hold it. As a child, I think I admired them for their actions. Not realizing that will be the real karma starts. Richness ends, sorry, but now they could say even coins they had nothing.

I had this use of coin where I just set those coins somewhere, a piso and five pesos on the table, kitchen sink, and even the drawer. But the best thing is that I suddenly remembered them when the time I needed those. When I am broke, I must collect those peny, it will help.

Also, the lyric mentions "dribble- dribble," as I think it also happened now. Its dribble for tomorrow's substantial price hikes of gasoline again approved. Until might be $3 per litter, which not everyone can afford. A single penny now matters a competition will arise.

Money becomes a problem, not a child's gameplay anymore. We were not a child that would depend on our parents; we were not a child who would just dream and wish that money would fall down in our face. Because cash just doesn't give to that adult, money is given to those who worked.

Well, that's all; the article might not sound good for my heads are not cooperating; I made a draft this morning intended for today but chose not to publish. It was something, haha.

Thanks for reading…