Money Money Money

Money makes us beggars
Money makes us cry
Money makes us happy
Money makes us scream
Money makes us fight
Money gives us friends
Money gives us foes
Money seems to have a hold on our lives
Money seems to define who we are, what we are
Why did we let this happen?
Why have we made this so?
How far are we willing to go?
Money will one day destroy us

And we will wonder where we went wrong,
What a joke.

-troubledgrape *