Evil
We all know it
The smell
The feel
How it makes the world go round
The different forms:
Paper
Plastic
Coin
It defines us:
Wealthy
Poor
Educated
Laborer
How would the world be
If it no longer existed
If there was no need
A happier place
For me
For the majority
Green is the color of my envy
Money is the source of my anguish
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