Money Maker
By Elissa Rosenthal
Money please,
My dear friend,
I will drain you,
Till the end.
Lick up my lies,
Of solitary waste,
Let you feel alone,
A waste of space.
Pick up my money,
My money maker of wishes,
Hopes to have food,
Hopes to have dishes.
Feel the fear of loss,
Truth has a clear ring,
My money clogs your vision,
To feel its poison sting.
Pick up my money,
Drop all your hope,
Hold my money in your hands,
While you go on and gloat.
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