Self-indulgence
eats away at me
like my vanity
gnaws at the bones
of my bank account.

springing through the tall trees
the misty drops danced as moisture
blossomed a rhythm with the breeze
surrounded dewed flowers softly swayed
gently overlapping the green grassy hill
moonlight walked across the peaceful air
floating with such an extraordinary thrill
like pearls around the neck of life raindrops fell
and nature's beauty gleamed everywhere

Making money                                              money can't buy!
                  is one skill.                           is a different one
                                         Making life

Quiet flows the river,
Ripples gently caress the banks,
Ravaged banks shudder!

He put his heart on the poker table
‘he’s all in’ his face grim and unquavering, he thinks he’s able
but the cards are stacked against him
he plays all moves
but the joker beleaguers his fingers
they use his mind as a bullet practice board
wearing their bullet proof vest so they’re well protected
He’d been on a scorching quest for disaster
was given a tepid glass of love in return

They said his heart was a Rubik’s cube in a Swiss bank
so he pulled the funds out took the risk rather than being a *******
He spends his heart on love,
he realises its like a cigarette loaded with regret rather than nicotine  
so he took a cue,
formed his heart back to a Rubik’s cube
and put in a Swiss bank in the maze house

team Candy and Randy
bought the shop owner
out
their volumes of cash
sure had a massive
clout

they've a money supply
which will not peter
out
it just keeps giving like
an endless water
spout

this has allowed them
purchase in stock so
stout
as their banknotes won't
ever completely run
out

how we'd so like having
wads of their stack's
tout
to buy the seller's assets
that are on shelves of
flout