-- They all ride in the Greed Machine -- -- Fueled by dead president's turned green -- To everyone it's everything, It can make your life and make the scene, It makes men hate and makes men mean, This alwful thing, This awful green. Money makes the world go round, Go up and up or down and down, Stately quarters, haughty sounds, Lying on the cold damp ground. Some men cheat and some men steal, To turn that giant moving wheel, To make the last and greatest deal, To make enough for a meal. But when all the green is gone; erased, Another green will take it's place, The jealous green shine's from his face, Mask's his vision; Fill's the space, (That money used to fill See how money make's us ill) Dale J. Conway Feb 8, 2000
Reason for writing:
Too many people live for money, and it's so-call advantages. You need it to live in society. But, it causes so many barriers and so much stress. We are inbred with the notion that your life will be better with money. Money can't buy you love. It can only buy illusion's. ( ex. go to Disneyland, or a red-light district, or even a church )
Birth sign: Cancer
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