THE TWO THINGS THAT RUN THE WORLD

As Wilde once said the world itself is sex,
But sex itself is always based in pow'r,
Where power is described in bank’s excess,
Then sex and money bring all life to flow’r.
 
But money is just paper shades on screens,
A value made is mind’s delusions felt,
Manipulate in power broker schemes,
To perpetrate with these conclusions dealt.
 
In true consent, how sweeter flowers bloom,
We find in ways of sweeter blooms reside,
That give and take where powers vie for room,
In ways and place of sweeter life’s preside.
 
For love of money, evil’s true define,
Is death not life - that’s sex’s pure design.

The lure of Money
The sweetest of such compared to the taste of having Honey  
The syrupiest reward given or ever received  
Some have sold their soul for the price to be relieved  
In the end untimely deceived  
Most say it’s the root of all evil  
It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle  
Than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God  
That concept is much harder to digest than sparing the rod and spoiling the child  
  
But wait, you cannot get any goods without cash  
For the ones who do not have access to get it  
Robbing for it, embezzling it, or shamefully selling their ass  
If the world did not have money as the tool to survive  
Would so many people still be able to thrive  
The rich, and wealthy’s stance in life will take a nose dive  
The Have and Have Nots cannot feel as elite  
What you bring to the table for your family is what you eat  
   
Share only if you have a spare  
Grow it, trade it, or Barter  
I’m just telling you like it should be  
Honest lines from the mind of a universal martyr  
The pyramid and almighty Seeing Eye  
Ask the founding forefathers and adhere to bicentennial lies  
Watching intently the Masonic Eye of Horus  
Many meanings of this dollar bill icon, not even listed in a thesaurus  
   
What an interesting symbol  
I am well read and intellectually nimble  
Gold, Silver, Bronze precious metals for what it’s worth  
Money within the economy, produces a wicked uprising rebirth  
A paper chase hell on earth  
Paper, Coins, CD, stocks and bonds  
Investment portfolios soaring, returned legal tender from the paper magic wand  
What shall be first shall be last shall be first again  
Moneyless, Penniless  
Bargaining with a pig, chicken, or even a hen  
   
Payment rendered and served  
I wish that concept was still preserved  
It keeps everyone’s mind on a straight universal road  
It’s only from what I’ve been told  
Slow your flow sexy, life is not always so serene  
While you are writing your dogma someone else have money dreams  
The cream of their crop  
Hustling is their primary money prop  
   
What about a day’s work and compensation  
Well of course it’s one God under one nation  
Such a shame money seems to be our greatest fixation  
I have no pig, no chicken, and certainly no hen  
I tell you this now, but remember this was way back when  
I wish that concept was still preserved  
If you listened intently you would have heard  
   
From what I’ve just stated  
This was true values before money was ever created  
Therefore, go to work  
By the sweat of one’s brow does bring in its everlasting perks  
Do as you should  
And what you could  
No money No bank account  
Don’t count yourself out  
   
Just remember, to give, and appreciate when it’s received  
No concepts too low to ever conceive or believe  
The green paper does earthly rule  
Stay mentally equipped it will always be your barging tool  
You would have thought this jargon was taught in elementary school