Its Always the Money

ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY by JOHN M. ARRIBAS It’s always the money I’m saddened to say Put your hand in someone’s pocket its time to pay When it’s not the money, it’s a crusade Or revenge for a crime that was never paid Or a psycho that’s totally unhinged Who thinks his rights have been mismanaged or infringed? The aforementioned groups are a paltry fraction All the other cases have a financial attraction Two men go in business as lifelong friends When the money rolls in the friendship ends One’s wife will tell her spouse why do you share Your partner never works, he’s seldom there And when he’s there, you make all the decisions The sharing of profits needs immediate revisions That’s the beginning and there’ll be no recovery File another entry under “it’s always the money” The old Scotsman took his last gasp and passed away Dozens of heirs arrived on testament reading day None ever cared , knew or met the old guy But they’re here for their entitled piece of the pie It’s not hard to tell if some are legit or albacores The Asians and blacks are quickly ushered outdoors They should be embarrassed yet most think it’s funny File another entry under “it’s always the money” Henry was ugly and had little going for him Bought a lottery ticket, his chances were slim Much to his surprise he was the only one to win Next day his house was flooded with women and kin Everyone had a story for Henry to digest All had a gold mine opportunity for him to invest He had new friends and family that suddenly appeared But when the money ran out they all disappeared He has less now than before the gals called him honey File another entry under “it’s always the money” It’s always the money (2) Those two brothers were always together From a rich family it was always fair weather But as they aged their tastes overtook common sense New cars exotic trips and women ran up the expense They plead for their allowances to be on the rise That didn’t happen they planned their parents demise They concocted a story they carefully spread Their parents were discovered both shot in the head It’s a ironic you’re murdered by someone you called sonny File another entry under “it’s always the money” Old Tom and that buffoon he called a wife Really strapped living on the edge of the knife They had no assets and lacked imagination They had no jobs or other funnel of compensation They planned an accident to claim quick cash Left a car on the tracks anticipating a crash The train moved faster than had been expected Poor old Tom in an arc was violently ejected The buffoon lonely and sad now has only a reverie File another entry under “it’s always the money” My country is the bastion of liberty We herald the theme of peace and unity We opened our doors to the poor and neglected We let them scale the fence where it’s unprotected Other nations are brutal uncaring and feeble They fight each other killing their own people We dare not interfere we never take a position We’ll supply weapons to an ally or opposition Our defense contractors can tool up in a hurry File another entry under “it’s always the money” Money is not evil but the lusting will be The want for money leads to crimes of the nth degree Parents murder their children to amass treasure Children murder their parents to pay for pleasure The first question in a crime is “who tends to prosper” That usually casts suspicion to one name on the roster It was the lust for money that caused this felony File another entry under “its always the money”