Everybody Is Out To Make Money Poem by Sinclair Azubuike Farrell

Get rich or die trying
In a world dominated by greed
Where everybody from Corporations to the hustler on the street
Is out to make a quick buck
In search of the cream
Lusting for cheddar
Like a nymphomaniac lust
For you know what
Money, cash or payola
Call it whatever you want
Some bathe in the stuff
While others go hungry at night
Because they can't get enough
Sell or exploit
To earn a crust
Pimp or be pimped
Or go broke
Because look
They want to make as much money out of you
As they can.