Make it, Print it, Let it Roll [Poem]












Make it,

print it,

let it roll,

just like it's backed up by gold.


Easily able to see it be spent,

exchanged for goods and other shit.


To begin the news with, "Have you seen todays 401K losses?"


The fakery of the currency

we currently hold.

Paper, makes its worth?

Is this understandable?

It’s ‘cus we’re told.



Money can get your everything,

like

hatred, death, and many unloved hearts

also,

things,

that are cute with pink and blue hearts.


I guess I never got it.


Money, dirty & smelly.

Money, can't do nothing without it.

Money,

Money,

Money...it's a drag.