Money, The Root Of All Evil
Floating around in the clouds like a butterfly
I go through the day wondering why,
Working for a living
Still I can't afford to die
I keep on giving wondering, why?
Money is the root of all evil or so we are told
Still we need to survive,
off of the evil we thrive
It's as if our souls are at auction and once they are sold
Get up go to work, that's what we're told.
We are at the mercy of evil,
But we do not see,
everyday that passes evil is the key,
and without the key you cannot unlock the door,
not knowing what behind
makes us come back for more.
The good always triumphs in the end
But evil will still be there,
just like your best friend
You hear them say you did it man, you earned that pay
Now take that dollar and spend it wise,
cause you'll never have as much as the other guys.
You want and you need you cannot control,
the evil is in you deep in your soul.
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Comments about this poem (Money, The Root Of All Evil by Bee Rye )
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