With sixty dollars I bought my happiness.
With sixty dollars I bought your misery.
My intention was not your unhappiness.
But by no means am I miserly.
You see, you cannot control my happiness.
And if sixty dollars was all it would take,
I’d buy it over and over.
In accident I lost your sixty dollars.
But I bought my freedom from your disdainful glare.
I bought your shackles.
Now you feel bad and you ponder how I turned my negative situation into your negative situation.
Sixty dollars unshackled me but imprisoned you.
What a small price to pay.
The etiquette of men,
Is not to make,
Had you followed suit,
You would have been set free
And I, not knowing any better would have remained ignorantly,