Greedy Green
The world is consumed by greed,
if you doubt this, pick up a paper, and read.
Fighting over this, and fighting over that,
turning on friends, who needs a rat.
Everyday it is something worse,
even thieves stealing an old woman's purse.
Sometimes I am thankful, to be so poor,
although I like comfort, now that's for sure.
Millions I don't need, just a buck or two,
my power still on, and some food to chew.
So I say, let um have it, all that greedy green,
they provide entertainment, for you, and me.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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