Money
The all mighty dollar
What is a dollar
People use a dollar to buy food
They use me to buy food
Do I look like food?
I am just a dollar
I'm used to buy so many things
What do people really know about me
I have a home, a family
A dollar, yet I have no choice in how I am used
If I had a choice, I would use myself for good
Yet people want to use me for evil
I am just a dollar
Yet this is what I say
Stay away from me if you are evil
Admittedly I have no say
Yet when you use me, I will make you pay
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