Money

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    Money


    The root of all evil, the ruler of all lives
    The wheels in our heads make us despise
    the smell of its paper, the color of its green
    Makes everyone go crazy, wait and see what I mean.
    Money to spend, and money to burn more money to loose and more money to earn.
    The way that it crinkles and folds in our hands
    The way that money just spends, spends, and spends!
    What is this good demon that lives on our heads?
    For it controls all of our lives instead
    The way that we think, the things that we do
    Money all I have to say is "I fucking hate You!"


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    DeepEclipse commented on Money

    04-15-2009

    Money turns everything into a spiritless product. Worth assesed by "how much gain".

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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