Money

Money, we all need it Money, we all want it The root of all evil Many people will lie for it, die for it Comes in blues and greens Got faces of Kings and Queens and great people When you get lots, it can even make you miserable You try so hard to obtain it Nobody can explain it Some people will even kill for it Money, money, money, the root of all evil Gold, silver, precious metals, power & glory It is all a story Jackanaory, even Jack, he went back, never had enough golden eggs We’ve heard it all before He was poor but no more Gold a plenty Cars & ladies, what happened to my old matey? Brothers, sisters, even Dads fall out over it Stop talking for years about it See families be destroyed by it Money, money, money, the root of all evil. It’s no big deal, but it’s real if you haven’t got it Gold coin, silver coin, Bitcoin, Rolex’s, Cartier Just want to live another day Can’t eat, can’t drink, sometimes can’t even think Money, money, money, the root of all evil Where did it come from, why do we need it? Could we ever do without it? Money, money, money. Diamonds & rubies big & small Destroying the earth To find more & more Some people hide it under their beds Others get confused and lose their heads Can even make you feel big, can make you feel strong Can even make you right when you are wrong Money, money, money. It can buy you love; it can buy you happiness, Fast cars, fast ladies You can drive big Mercedes, Phantom’s, Ghosts, Lamborghinis, Lost my true friends, the rest just need me Money, money, money, the root of all evil Big cigars cars, fast cars What’s it all about? Need to find out, need to get out Sell your soul to the devil He can drive you mental, confuse you & make you think you are happy But not in reality Money, money, money. Used to be so simple Started with a tipple Drink more, eat more, want more The more you get the more you want The more you want the more you get Never ending circle Round and round we go Money, money, money, the root of all evil. Time to stop and look around Who’s your mates? Are they still around? Do they love me? Is it real? Are they waiting for an open door? Money, money, money. Sweaty faces going to sweaty places All the trouble, all the strife Sleep at nights; is it worth it? Come with nothing, go with nothing, only in between what matters Just like water running through your fingers Money, money, money. Now that I am older and seen friends come and go Get thinking what happened time ago Would I do the same again? Yes It’s an addiction, not a religion What you’re meant to have will not pass you by One door closes; others open Seek and you shall find Money for a peaceful mind. © Michael White 2018 Protected by Joe Maverick © Poetry Soup