Saturday

A Poem That I Wrote

Just for money

People lie

Look with a black eye

Just don’t reply


Just for money

People cry

Buy them an apple pie

To get rid of the oversupply


Just for money

People kill

They don’t stop until

They suicide with a sleeping pill


Just for money

People act spurious

They are curious

For the prestigious


Just for money

People scrutinize

The work becomes humanized

Until it alters to become brutalized


Just for money

People become prosaic

The love ends

With the end of the mosaic


Just for money

Lots of myths are rumored

The lies are credited

Until the time of Steward


Just for money

People became stress

They don’t get a progress

For their success


Just for money

People gamble

They try to unscramble

The cards of the delightful and shot it from the bull


Just for money

People leave their love

They break their heart with a glove

Nothing else matters above all others