Cold H(earted)ard Cash

Money, You're green for jealousy Minted to imperfection. You have no value, You destroyer. Why do you think you're a rectangle instead of a square? You're imperfect. Why do you think you're so easy to ruin? You're not indestructible. Make us trade paper for survival. Make us trade marriage for profit. Make it seem as though without you, there's no possible way to maintain peace. How is it that such evil pieces of worthless linen materials can corrupt the most intelligent leaders? Why is something so thin and flimsy so tempting and powerful? Why? You are The motivator for hatred The peer pressure behind murder The open door to a life of shutting out The reason people lose themselves, Their jobs. Their homes. Their cars. And each other. Money, I truly loathe you. Sincerely, The Lost