[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Profit

Staring at those behind the counter
The eyes of a perfumed snake
Because they only care of one mountain
The pile of money at stake

Ostentatious yet modestly disguised
They present themselves to you
An illusion full of transparent lies
Their robbery will ensue

They have but one aim, and it is clear
To knock down your inherent sagacity
Their whispering lies make you look queer
When you fall for the delicious tenacity

Every smile they greet you with
Every discount down the isle
All lies made to feed the insatiability
The money in the pile

They say money isn't everything
But try saying that when you get a taste
Of the golden venom dripping
That turns a business to a snake

Hunt for the unbiased and integral deals
But you are just digging in the same coffin
What point is there, really
When everything's just for profit?