Foaming skies
With thunderstorm
Keeping the water in the warm
Like the tresses of tearing souls
Keel with my tightness of my
Home, I guess I'm crushed
Yeah, I have some money
But I'm broke
And the government
And wagers
wades through the sea
Where?
Throw your duties
And responsibilities
Like a key at the bottom of the sea
Senile decay keeps the trees from growing
Money
Pollution is  ashore
Explain my exploration
Money ,you, brought me
Here to wants
But you taught me to need
You bought the needy
with the paper currency
Of the rich economy
Seems like paper is poetry