Poems for MySpace

Money

These days the world runs on money
People can’t live without it’s as sweet as honey
Money is a reason for stealing
Suddenly it makes money sound unappealing.

Some sports stars are way overpaid
We could use that money to come to poor people’s aid
Children in Africa are way underpaid
Making cotton and wool for minimum wage

For money some people would do crazy things
Like kill a poor chicken, fry and sell its wings
There are some people I call extreme thugs
Throwing away their lives making quick money selling drugs

Life in this generation is just about becoming rich and famous
When they go to school and act like an ignoramus
Some kids don’t go to school they prostitute themselves
To those people before them their life dissolves

For money some people even kill
This happens everywhere but a good example is Brazil
Remember money doesn’t make the world go round
It’s doing the right thing and knowing your safe and sound