Have some class
don't be brass,

taking up that giant rash behind your back
not being able to scratch due to undue flexibility
spending your whole life revolving around money.

Was it wrong to hope for more?

That you aspire to work to your core,
for those greens that fly
high in the sky,

the paper that kills trees
but symbolizes class
those that defend nature
yet using money is rash.

It was always logic humans lacked
saying happiness comes from all aspects
not everything is about money

but money brings you ease,
it brings you comfort.

Those parents that resort to working part-time job
Is to feed the needs of their children
can't money buy them ease?

The feel of vacation still so out of reach,
when they hear the rich preach

when they sat on it aplenty
smiled so wide.

Fame doesn't matter,
it was already the payment.

The bigger, the better
whatever when they laid it.
Money brings class,
it makes people want you,

crave the presence that they could affect you
in exchange you give them to pay
but what was there to give

when all of them were buffoons,
lunatics that raved about money and its beauty.

So many wars,
and broken ties
caused by the lack of money.

Presidents say in their golden chair
while the poor scrape off their falling hair
from stress and anguish of how oil prices fly that symbolizes class.

How the low despises the high.

As they should,
never respect someone like him.

He's slow

that even a turtle could chase and catch him.