The merry-go-round of money
The things that people do!
It all comes down to money
It sucks but this is true
Everything has a fee
And it’s costs just to be alive
From cradle to grave we consume
And even basic needs have a price
The clothes we wear
The water we drink
The food we eat
The kitchen sink
The travel to work
The roof over our heads
Entertainment and hobbies
Thus we spin in our beds
It’s all a bloody madness
This ebb and flow of cash
It can make or break civilisations
Cause suicides, murder en mass
Wars are fought
And crimes committed
People seduced
Jailed, embittered
Gambling’s rife
If you don’t have enough
Some win, some lose
For this game’s really tough
This rollercoaster ride
The currency of life
Makes you high, makes you low
Makes you have sleepless nights
So unpredictable
You celebrate or seethe
Everything is taxed
Save the air that we breathe
But with all the pollution
Surely it’s only a matter of time
Before they take ownership of that
And sell it back to us ‘cleansed’ of grime!
You have to laugh
You really do
Having to pay to wipe your arse
When you go to the loo?!
Even bog roll ain’t free
As aren’t tampons and the like
And every financial year
Do they the prices hike
The ‘cost of living’
Ever rising with inflation
The powers that be
A veritable conflagulation
“Spend your money!
Sell your incarnation!
Work to earn a crust!”
They preach with exultation
Then when you’re old and grey
And totally clapped out
You finally kick the bucket
And they charge you to be thrown out!
Oh, how my blonde mind boggles
It really doesn’t make sense
The way this silly world quibbles
Over every pound and pence
Eradicate the stuff!
It’s evil, do say I!
Surely we were born to dance
Not to barter, sell and buy!
Everything we need
Was given to us by ‘God’
So how can you put a price on this Earth?
And it’s contents, you silly sod?
Did you create this land?
The animals, plants and trees?
They sun and sky above?
The oceans, lakes and streams?
Of course you didn’t, you prat
But you’ve claimed it for your own
And now you preside over it
From upon your gilded throne
Well a throne is but a perch
And can be fallen off
And one day I hope you’re toppled
If enough of us get cross!
