Poetry

I’ll tell you all about money, if I wanna tell you All about the power a loving can have All about what it takes in order to get by Cause that’s all about money to me

Being rich is not good, but being happy while rich is heaven. But if nobody cares around you should make it clear that the riches are going to run out. Riches would be great in my life

In a place for success, Make Money is king! And I want plenty of riches I just know that it’s time.

I saved some money in a jar- as it bared witness to the jars I broke. Indeed, my saving gradually grew bigger With every hole that burst. It pleased me much seeing pennies becoming dollars For things I could have bought with fifty cents before they got too expensive.