Money.

The problem I can't solve,
Is why it does the world revolve,
On coloured bits of paper bright.
For greed adores the sight,
Of those who no matter what their plight,
Willingly will show their might,
And with anyone will fight,
Believing they are right,
To indulge in any sleight,
If they can gain some extra height.

For this coloured paper does excite,
And causes such an appetite,
Inside there's dynamite.,
So many lose insight,
And after that foresight,
So any oversight
Even if it's only slight,
Will make the world uptight,
Bringing on a night,
Minus the moonlight,

And as the situation does evolve,
This coloured paper could us all dissolve.

---August 14, 2007---

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