Dollar signs painted upon walls
While psychopaths grieve it's surreality
"Not real not real, must have more"
They all chant in unison
Gobbling and devouring wealth
The black holes of greed that they are
Never feeling love nor happiness
Just the want for more and more
Million dollar cars pour from golden driveways
As monogramed gates open wide
Wouldn't you wish to peer inside?
See the extravagant joys that await?
Scarves cover their bones, they are without skin
And soul, they lack as well
Instead they have it replaced
With the almighty dollar
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
Dollar signs painted upon walls
While psychopaths grieve it's surreality
"Not real not real, must have more"
They all chant in unison
Gobbling and devouring wealth
The black holes of greed that they are
Never feeling love nor happiness
Just the want for more and more
Million dollar cars pour from golden driveways
As monogramed gates open wide
Wouldn't you wish to peer inside?
See the extravagant joys that await?
Scarves cover their bones, they are without skin
And soul, they lack as well
Instead they have it replaced
With the almighty dollar
A short venture from my writings of love and passion to touch on the greed that eats at our world. This was sparked from a conversation that I earlier had with my mom.
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