The world was young in older days
The world was young in older ways
Each day the world remembers days
Each day the world remembers ways
The way remembered new today
The way remembered passed away
Each day each way new or old
Are pricely weighed and highly sold
A thousands words to say
A million letters to write
A heart to bath in paint
Gold laughing
Prices gobbeling
A world ruled by green that left bitemarks on hope
Words unwritten for lack of time
Letters unknown for lack of health
Pictures unpainted for lack of greenery
Hands on the clock turning
Don’t forget to feed thyself
money sweet money
rule my world of aestheticism
let me see only what fills my pockets
let me observe all that makes me richer
let me get all that should be mine
let people see me the way I see myself
let people admire the worth of myself
let people overlook all that I want overlooked
money sweet money
god of senators
that asks for nothing but greed to fill a seat
wisdomofsnow 