Money Showers

Money is only green and graphical papers

Notes promising access to the Link to gold as it sits in the greedy bank vaults

Aging and smelling of rotting molding vapors..
Money never buys love.

Money never feeds the hunger

Nothing if such lands to pleasantry in Physical desires, sexually hunger satisfaction, or other expensive just defined extasies
it cannot buy friends

Until those who crave for it

End up looking like hungry vampires

Only seeking Another to feed on them until their end.

Money cuts like a knif

And ruins lives like evil

Except we need something this cold and feelingless

Until we have to need what you really don’t want

And bleed to need what we are afraid of becoming

Metamorphosis into the decident rich few

Who only value what is owned by the elite few.
If balance could be made 
And souls could be spared from the dollar’s pain

I’d throw  all my riches, if I won or obtained them,
All over the world like rains.

So all could rinse poverty, pain, and the politics of crime away.

So all could smile

As the world would be at peace that day.