Greed

Clutching the purse to her chest and the counting She grabbed at the invisible hands and doubting If it hadn't been one thing it would have been another The greed put out the fire with smother Greed, the great pacifier Holding each coin close Counting and counting over and over The hiding place ever changing A dog can never have enough bones to bury The alcoholic and one glass of sherry Snatching at fingers and to the comfort of the vault A ski mask helps one not to be caught One pacifier deserves another Turning from the bank with her greed Draws her purse to her chest Maybe the freezer wrapped in foil Holding each emotion and counting Not a drop of water and the broken founting Such a miser she won't pitch a penny for luck Met her doctor at KMart for a nip and tuck The Baby Queen strikes her rattle As the basket is passed she puts in nothing Always wanting to know where the next one comes And the texture of each bill Even Barbie held with the covet Getting summons and the snub it Ken wears only Gucci suits for his pleasure Barbie holds each banknote with measure