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A long verse on an even longer subject

The eye of most everything is money
Their power over us is unsurpassed
Hey, got the dough? May call me “honey”
To get away, to buy me things, to have a blast

We name them greenbacks, moolah and bitcoin
The cash, the buck, the loot and also bread
The reason banks so often get purloined
Large stash imbeds wrong thinking into heads

“Dead presidents” release you from your chains
To set you free, grow wings upon your back
When you’re a jerk, they cause severe pains
To crash and burn, you lose it all, left bareback

The worry watching shares every hour
Or anguish how to live ‘till next paycheck
Those C-notes are true evil, pure power
And power makes us be on “call and beck”

Those dreamin’ find lottery’s quick-earning
Wins as reliable as finding pirates’ chest
Amass the fortune simpletons are yearning
The truth is so much harder to digest

Windfall upon the death of childless auntie
Dogfight in court when you’re not in will
Disparity between the castle vs. shanty
Betrayal and loyalty, extortion, hunger, kill

Your Porsche attracts the fairest of dames
Those wheels are telling story of “big shot”
The smell of money, like the smell of fame
Entice the gentler sex to aim for jackpot

The bigger home stands over endless pasture
Fine art assortment, private club and serfs
The bank account with a sense of rapture
And constant fight protecting own turf

Them dollars buy kids’ better education
Retirement and travel, faster cars
Pay debts of the entire nations
And one day shall propel the man to Mars

When you have money, it’s civilization
Knocks on your door and bearing iPhone
And not? Then poverty, stagnation
With struggle in the desperation zone

Corruption, greed, offshore secure storage
Kidnappings, ransoms, power grabs and war
Enriched divorcees, hopes dashed and forage
Bad neighborhoods are many towns’ sore

There ain’t anything around more divisive
Lend to your girl and quickly find out
To give is joy, collecting is derisive
She will be gone and you’re in full burn-out

Success and money tell their own story
The man is judged by what the man is worth
Above the law, above the purgatory
It’s true, the banks rule everything on Earth

Part of folklore, the fools are separated
From cash, the most evil root
“The money talks”, “time’s money” not debated
And "mattress money", hidden joyous loot

Most every earthling craves the easy money
They say the money aren’t ever free
Huge mystery, yet question ringing funny
What’s a beguiling, wanted “money tree”?

We all want some. Enough so we don’t care
How next invoice about to be paid
Small pleasures, shoes and clothes to wear
With future to be welcomed, not afraid

For hope or misery, sunshine or utter darkness
The money act as most sincere test
Reveal the world in very honest starkness
The spice of life by which we’re so obsessed

The old and new, seed money drive us forward
And keep economies on most even keel
The fuel of dreams, about moving onward
With sense of urgency and even bigger zeal

Be generous with those less secure
Give from the heart, and karma pays you back
As force of good, with money, to be sure
Be shining light on someone’s shaky track

There’s yet a thing to be explained, sonny
From your first breath to eerie graveyard
True love is unredeemed for money
For most else there is a Mastercard

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