Money
Makes the world go round.
Money
Sees my frown
And turns the wold upside down.
Really?
Did you expect that to rhyme?
It’s not my fault the world is
So predictable.
And let’s be honest
Money won’t make me happy.
But I’d rather be rich and frowning
Than drowning
In the slow death of passion
Of love
Of desire.
Watching everything become
More gray
More broken.
And if we are frank
We’ll admit that
Money
Can bend the world
And make everything just a little bit
Worse
For everyone without.
Money
Money
Makes the world go round.
Money
Sees my frown
And turns the wold upside down.
Really?
Did you expect that to rhyme?
It’s not my fault the world is
So predictable.
And let’s be honest
Money won’t make me happy.
But I’d rather be rich and frowning
Than drowning
In the slow death of passion
Of love
Of desire.
Watching everything become
More gray
More broken.
And if we are frank
We’ll admit that
Money
Can bend the world
And make everything just a little bit
Worse
For everyone without.
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Tagged irreverant, money