The Ghosts of my past.

November 11th, 2009-Money

Tear up your bills,

Burn them if you wish;

They’re of no real value.

What is money, but a sin?

So many people’s dreams crushed;

Because money has taken over their lives.

Money makes prostitutes of women;

Makes thieves of men,

Makes psychos of the snae.

Money murders the sick.

Breaks hearts of the whole.

Makes mothers kill their babies.

The green-gray bills,

Put the innocent behind bars,

Allows control to be taken.

Burn your money;

That tattered paper, and metal,

Because it’s not worth it.