Money, or Cerebral Coretext
Posted: April 7th, 2005, 4:58 am
money
is a dream
like the fear of falling
and the joy of wine
a cultural cancer
forgiving us all in time
the judgment is the rhyme
and the rhythm is your disdain
this is the stain
there is no detergent
strong enough to rid
me of my mind
death costs
and funerals are an artform
wading through the sewer
he found his idol
drinking from a puddle
you knew this would not be
the last, so
this will be the first
is a dream
like the fear of falling
and the joy of wine
a cultural cancer
forgiving us all in time
the judgment is the rhyme
and the rhythm is your disdain
this is the stain
there is no detergent
strong enough to rid
me of my mind
death costs
and funerals are an artform
wading through the sewer
he found his idol
drinking from a puddle
you knew this would not be
the last, so
this will be the first