Saturday, November 26, 2011

Money cult

Coin or paper green
Credit card or debit
Charge or cash
They feed
Lovers of money
Servants of Mammon
Compelled to obey
Their need
They worship their things
They desire more quickly
And they sacrifice themselves
Upon the altars
Of luxury
Of wealth
And of greed
Bowing before their purchase
Their plastic bought things
Their wasted chances
Their infernal chases
No one means to be this way
No one desires to be a whore
But no one knows
They live the wage
The money cult grows
For greed is universal
Those who have
Want more
And those who do not have
And the cycle repeats
And continues
And the Whore of Babylon
Sits no longer alone
But is surrounded by
Everyone who lusts
For things