The Greed of Green
Can money buy happiness?
Will money be your witness?
As you indulge yourself in objects,
and realize your life is more complex?
Money may be there in the beginning,
but will it be there while Satan is grinning?
Grinning because he dwindled your fortune,
then abandoned you as an orphan!
Oh no, don't distort my lyric!
Oh no, don't label me Cynic!
I too have a fondness of money,
But only enough to satisfy my tummy.
Enough to keep me clothed and protected,
from those gruesome woes that were unexpected!
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