As Wilde Once Said the World Itself is Sex - Sonnet Thirteen

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.