The Body begs me unceasingly to fornicate with Her
It just hit me
On the day the Bank closed it's doors on me
That without money, purity of mind is within reach
How clouded I've allowed myself to get
Failing to quiet and think, in the face of my next "Billion Dollars"!
Imagine a trade performed on sole basis of one's intrinsic gem
Abandoning dependence on void figures and fancy green paper
Am more than certain, money would make man a higher being.
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