Eternal Rock and Roll

Important and Powerful

Happy and Prosperous

Beautiful and Pacific

The Rocks made People

Hard as the hardest hard

On being rare and pure

Was placed the authority of kings and queens

Such aesthetic qualities only nature could bestow

Blood was shed

Gods were fed

And

Crowns were made

We exchanged roots for rock & roll

Metal for meat

Gold for god

Paper for our Person!

Nothing to exchange, and we've lost it all

I swear upon the kaffiyeh I don't wear

If rhapsodomancy divines thus

The only wealth you'll have tomorrow 

Is naught but the rare rock in your lair


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lovely art from dori

Bloody Green Paper

The Soul Laments at my Philosophy of Money
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.