Ode to Money
Everyday you fly out of purses
going around never to return
same way you left.
In the land of the GIANTS here
you’re an ant whose hill cant
be climbed by the climbers.
While some dessicate lives because
they need to catch up with you
you look down on other mishandlers.
Men in synagogues tell you’re evil’s root
yet without you their edifice won’t stand.
You’re the necessary evil among men.
Bard Tosin Morakinyo