Green Machine
In this world
We all put a price on our honey
We rent our labor, what’s between our legs and under our nose
We all work its just how it goes
The worlds oldest profession
As everyone knows
We are all for sale
To the mighty dollar
We all hail
Without it slave
You will fail
To that dirty green paper
We all hail
It’s a great daily caper
Of catch and release
Trying our best
Its your wallet I fleece
Gotta get in there and rape the green
And get out fast hopefully unseen
You will never get ahead
In dollars or sense
Your worth for today
Is already past tense
Its funny to me
To try and reap the cream
and chase crumbs daily
Or so it would seem
But necessary is this mundane grind
To live for today
And enter tomorrows financial bind
Of once again
Playing moneys tug of war
Pursuing currency is such a bore
A rotten addiction of give me more
We are all simply
Greedy cash whores
Eric (and sometimes not)
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