All anyone can think of these days

Can’t live without it

But how happy I would be without it


Makes the world go round and round

Like a Ferris Wheel of injustice

Like a merry-go-round of slavery

Tied to the circle are the shivering masses

With grim faces and hard eyes

For the weak perish in this game of life

And only the hard survive the cold



Cursed, wretched, miserable money

How I hate you!

How I am a slave to you!

Like the millions that labour daily

With no hope of a better life


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