(my apologies the formatting went wonky!)
There is so much I want to say don’t know if I’ll find words
Of course some folks who might read this may think it so absurd
I’m not sure really where to start or how this verse will end
I’ll make a start can it be true ? What drives you round the bend?
The subject that I write about so complicated be
It touches on so many things on land in air on sea
It messes round with peoples’ minds emotionally as well
What is a balanced sum of it and how much makes it Hell?
Of course if you’ve too much of it, it can be Hell of course
I cannot say which way is right I don’t know which is worse
If you’ve got more than you can use how happy can you be -
When you have bought all that you can? Do you think you are free?
For this can bring it’s own sweet traps at first you may not know
If it is you that they do like or if it’s what you’ve sewn
Material possessions can be wonderful and good
We all would like to have them that at least is understood
If you can buy all that you want you may feel you are G-d
And nothing is forbid for you you’d find it very odd
For in that mode a danger lurks you play with peoples’ lives
Especially your own of course believe me that’s no jive
I’ve had the cash within this life to do with what I want
It caused so many problems did I do what I should ought?
I thought I did but not so sure for when I look and see
And contemplate my life so far I’m not so very free
One soul was not attracted by the things I bought for her
Another soul the opposite full of lust and love and awe
And at the time although I bought the good things out of love
Or so I thought that’s how it was the perfect hand in glove
But that was not just meant to be for when the cash ran thin
The dream was broke and I returned to Earth where it was grim
Alone and on my own I was no pennies to my name
Where once the best hotels and clothes the best of all my games
Yet there I was both pissed and broke not pissed in drink I say
But pissed off with what I’d become no dream no cash that day
As it went on I came to know what friend I had in me
Without the cash to fall upon I reckoned I was free
But now the circle turns again once more I’m in a trap
Although somehow I see it clear and I will face the rap
I think I know what I must do to clear a damming block
I’ll keep that to myself for now another soul I’ll shock
But I digress so back on track to what I want to say
The other side of coin is where you simply cannot pay
So many dangers lurk therein it can pull folk apart
Why does the scent of money seem to lead straight to the heart?
I feel I could go on for years just writing what goes on
Yet how to sum the whole thing up - what is a balanced sum?
I said before I do not know I’m sorry but I’ll pass
Excuse me World I must bend down and try to kiss my arse!!!
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