Money is a peace
Sitting in my head
Tells me about the future
And all that I’ll be fed

Money is a war
When I am without
Straining on my neck bones
Drying out my mouth

Money is a present
Passed down if they can
Can also be a burden
Heavy in our hands

Money from the past
From work or family trees
Fails to have a meaning
Useful in degrees

Money is a concept
A blessing and a curse
It can change opinions
It can make things worse

Money is a now
But maybe not an always
We all keep it a secret
So people judge our dog days

Money is our savior
Bowing to our wants
Hoarding in the banks
Until it needs to flaunt

Money is a boot heel
A manmade tool for power
Although it can’t buy love
It rents it by the hour

Money comes for everyone
Barters almost everything
Can’t get you into Heaven
Distraction is its king

Money is an anchor
And a big hot air balloon
Can pull you underwater
Or fire you to the moon

Money is illusion
That all of us agreed
One more made up rule
To keep us on our knees

Money fixes money problems
And really nothing else
Work has a higher purpose
That only can be felt

If money disappeared
How would we all behave?
How would we find our worth?
How would we entertain?

How would we feed ourselves?
How would we show our love?
How would separate
The below from the above?

Money keeps us honest
And pays the liars well
I’m not a fan of money
If you couldn’t tell

Money is our savior
Bowing to our wants
Hoarding in the banks
Until it needs to flaunt