Loving Money

Loving money.
More than pollinating bees,
Flying back to hives to make honey.
Or the precious to value Trees.
If not there at all,
No one could breathe.

It's that money.
Not the air to breathe.
Food to eat.
Or trees we take for granted.
Dropping in the Fall,
Colorful Autumn leaves.

And living in a country,
Dependant ipon a healthy economy.
Money to have it had and fast,
Is no different than praying to God...
For their prayers to be answered,
Quicker than the batting if an eyelash.

People gotta have that money felt in pockets.
If not there many are prepared,
To pawn everything they've got.
From wedding rings to false teeth.
Just to make an impression.
Then to claim they're on a new diet.
On a daily basis.
Hoping to be mistaken,
For a razor thin celebrity.
Who could more than afford groceries.
And plenty food to eat.
Yet claims to be dieting to make,
Their appearances made in public...
To look as healthy as they can to please,
Not only producers using cameras.
But also adoring fans imitating them!

It is all about that money to have it.
More in sickness than it seems in health.
Until death from it we all depart!