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About This Poem
Seeds of the Money Tree
Some of us, would be dead broke...
Upon birth, one seed is given to all. The innocence of youth allows it to flourish equally, to all mankind.
Deposited at the Garden of Martial Law; for protecting, pruning, and public display. Your worth is no secret!
The tree is fed from a weekly deposit of morality. It's connected genetically, and spiritually, to its assignee. Making it impossible to forge, is thee All Seeing Eye. Upon turning 21, there's a 1 million dollar withdrawl, automatically awarded. This is where you begin.
A retina scan is mandatory for proper identification analysis, and uploading apps into the All Seeing Eye. This scan allows pruning, or the burning of money leaves. What's done in the dark comes to the light!
To truly know a person, for who they are, would be a simple visit to the Garden of Martial Law, to see his, or hers tree. A fruitful tree declares a person's wealth; beyond the money! A genuine portfolio for investors, before they contribute. You cannot bailout someone who is morally bankrupt!
One would think walking in a garden, full of money, would be a glorious thing. The tree dies, when it's assignee dies. Leaving rotted trees amongst beautiful ones, bankrupt ones next to fruitfully abundant ones. Some are Old Money, some are New Money. It is fruit of our labor, not just paper!
The goodwill of man yields less fruit anually, than ever before. Human stocks has dwindled, to a mere third on each dollar; due to compassion! The Garden's ground keepers are being layed off in record numbers. Morality can't be printed, just paper bills. When the tree produces coins, one must CHANGE!
By, The Scribe
M. Linton
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