A Brand New Fad
I watch the news,
I scratch my head,
at all the mess,
my mind is fed.
Nothing good,
only bad, bad, bad,
seems the scoop,
depends on sad.
Money is greater,
than honor or pride,
it sways a person,
to the darker side.
A rocket scientist,
I am not,
but to figure it out,
just follow the dots.
Dollars have a voice,
for the greedy, and weak,
an addiction some have,
still running the streets.
Their hands get slapped,
for being bad,
but the dollars pile up,
it's a brand new fad.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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