you can't buy love
but you can buy a shag.
you can't buy happiness
or time you won't get back.
you can buy beauty, health and friends
you can buy anything
so look after your wealth!
you can't buy…oh
wait, you can buy it all!
as long as you have enough money to your name
the world will lie at your feet and follow every step you take.
i kicked you out years ago but i could never force you to leave permanently in fact i'd probably call you and tell you to come home if you hadn't blocked my number because at this point what do i have to lose? you ripped out my insides and took them with you when you left and everyone seems to believe i can buy a new being just like the one you stole from me but the heart that's filled with you is worth more than all the money in the world.
I am money,
bringing joy and greed.
I'm not sure of my power
only who owns me does.
I'm the voice in your head
saying spend me, steal me.
I can be total destruction,
or just a twinkle in the eyes.
I can cause the end of friendship
or the beginning of a new life.
I will disappear in the end,
but it's not me who dies.
I will have killed your life,
I am money
My best friend and I were talking today
She was going on about how she was going to marry the Prince Charming of her life
I plainly say, "I'm going to marry for money."
She started going on and on about how that is wrong
And that 'I should love who I marry.' and 'love isn't as rare as you say.'
But I explained that I am going to marry a man that can afford to spoil me
Not only me, but also the children I want to have
I want to marry for money in fear of never finding the man I love
The fear of never meeting my soul mate
I know myself enough to be able to say that I can train myself to love someone
I could at least love him enough to say 'I do'
Could you pass on to your students that survival of the fittest
is what gave us this conscience to begin with?
Are you the root of all evil
or the branches of the tree of life?
You have become a local celebrity.
We have sacrificed all of our children to you already
do you ever plan to return the favor?
You’re a wonderful listener, but do you ever shut up?
I’m trying to rest now.
Why must you take out your rage on the impoverished
when its the wealthy who locked you in a vault?
Lets put Jesus on the twenty dollar bill
to celebrate the true meaning of Christmas.
Why are you trying so hard to get to china?
Are you some kind of communist?
I've lost all faith in your power to make a rational decision
does that make me a communist or an atheist?
You know if I get hungry I can always hunt city squirrels.
They say money is time
but technically time does not exist
so we need to make money
because time is what we make it
but money is power too
because to make money takes time
which we do not like to spend
so people who crave it quick turn to crime
but money is freedom
giving us time to do with what we wish
the power of choice
the ability to switch
but money is material you say?
real life is spiritual ay?
well see if a smile pays the bills
regardless of what you think
accept that money is a choice
and realize no one listens
to the man without a voice
So deface it if you will
belittle it if you want
but money is microphone
although I am no savant
I know money is money
and not much else
so treat it as such
and save yourself
Girls who go on bended knee
And show the world their fanny
Never ask for love or care
Or one to call them honey
If they choose to put a price
On showing men their body
With empty hearts and purses full
It seems kind of funny
If only they could love themselves
Half as much as money
Transactions have redundant residuals
The remnants of commerce and trade
In pockets the small dust of currency
The left over cash of price paid
The clinking froth of things purchased
The metal remains of exchange
the leavings of costs and desire
the chinking bulk of loose change
It fits in you grasp like genitals
Warm, round with a vague sense of sin
What used to be golden and silver
Is now mainly nickel and tin
We are tired of the weight in our pockets
We are shamed by the drag of its need
For if it should fall from our fingers
We forsake our grace for our greed
For there is something quite reassuring
When you empty your pockets at night
You glimpse a glance of old memories
The sixpence of childhood’s delight