It will never not be about money!
Born to know it.
Born to want.
And it to get.
It will never not be about money!
Much more to value.
Than life to live.
And more one has of it,
The less of it they give.
Money money money money.
Money money money money.
It doesn't talk or walk.
But attracts people who will stalk.
Money money money money.
Money money money money.
It just lays down flat.
And doesn't love nobody back.
Money money money money.
Money money money money.
Made from paper not from gold.
Yet people everywhere are told,
Without money nothing goes.
Money money money money.
Money money money money.
People kill to have it.
As if this gives them social status.
It will never not be about money.
Born to know it.
Born to want.
And it to get.
Regardless how it's gotten.
Or who will sell their souls.
Just to have it around them sit.
Feeling worthy and worshipped,
By those who have less of it...
Wishing that they did have more.
"You look like MONEY! "
-And you look like...
Shucks.
I sho wish I had some.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem