Follow the dollar that frisky old doG
Master it with a collar, don’t indulge don’t hog
Put on it a leash, or be deceived like the fog
Keep track of it’s growth like tree rings…log
Desire’s the key – self control is the lock
Action! Take 3…it’s so cold but it talks
It hears your mentation from far far away
Attracted by the wise, its thought of all day
It protects and feeds, shelters and deeds
Corrupts and kills, begs and pleads
Depending on WHO is listening in
Determines what it will make of them
It does not alter, rather amplifies Him
The mighty mighty dollar, so real yet so pretend
D. Phee
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