This Is Where the Money Is
I circled around the park three times and continue journeying towards the west
On my first cycle I met a couple sitting on the corner watching me like big brother
The young man shouted at me in a friendly tone he wanted to know where I was bound
He tried to get my attention but I ignored him and hurried along
I exit the park and rode up the big street and I felt a sudden passion running under my feet
It feels as if I was sitting on a loveseat calculating a spreadsheet
I journeyed up a familiar path to diffuse my heavenly wrath
And noticed that the barricades were taken down revealing the truth about the little town
I came up this path at the end of spring but I could not recognized the key rings
Everything was sealed around and everyone looked at me with a familiar frown
Apartment building or shopping center I don’t know what it is but this is where I have been
A white Trumpchi car parked mysteriously in front of a massive construction site
And busy workers in hard hats standing under tents with yellow lined around red tents tops cementing tiles on the pavements all around them
while their bosses and managers supervised them
As I approached the spot the music start playing aloud
This is where the money is
Tied up in the building bloc
This is where the money is
Buried up in dry weather flats
This is where the money is
Feeding the lazy fat cats
This is where the money is
Wrapped up in useless conference centers and feeding the witch doctors
Skyscrapers shooting up in the air telling me that they have something to share
It doesn’t change anything when the people’s heart is full of sin
This is where the money is
In concrete and stones cement and dirt and mortar underneath my skirt
I sat on the street side in the dead heat with my bicycle in front of me
Cars rolling up and down the street behind me observing the conceit
This is where the money is
Sucking up every living thing
The cornfields are gone
but the banana trees are still standing firm
And the peasants are driven out of the town
This is where the money is
Big shopping mall creating a global sprawl
Money is swimming in the big dirty river and everything is running over
The money have been following me for years
Everywhere I go there is always a new construction going on in town
From the middle east to the north east, the north west to the south west
east, west north and south nature is foaming from its mouth
Rats, lizards and insects occupy the buildings churning millions in the till
This is where the money is
Brown stones and foreigners investment in bereaved towns
And shops and stores struggling to survive offshore
Crooked highway and bridges constructed in dangerous land fills
This is where the money is
Bad steels, faulty product sucking money out of my gut
Five point five billion sellers and two billion buyers
New construction has no depth their root soaked through the earth
Touching the virgins birth
This is where the money is
Tied up in the beggar’s man coat
Bags of it is stacked under my bed
And I packed it up in pillows and stick it beneath my head
This is where the money is
Spread the wealth around and clean up the greed out of the town
Wash out the old apartment buildings
The schools and dirty basements
Bulldozed the old shacks and review the estate tax
Put more money in the schools to help those that are fooled
Educate the people and help those that are not able
Bad manners is not an excuse for traditional culture
Clean up your old dilapidated buildings
All of you have committed a terrible sin
And I am full to the brim
Now I know where my money is
This is where the money is.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2018
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