Money
Money
Just get the money,
The sweetest honey,
And you win the respect
Of people all aspect.
No matter how it comes,
Just let it come!
Your foe will call you a friend
As long as you can spend
On him day and night
And on you he will cling tight.
The face must show this,
And the mind against it.
When the money flies away,
Your friends fly away
When they see you,
They laugh at you.
They call you names:
Wicked, fool, insane!
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