Money makes the world go round,
Money makes us poor and wicked,
Money turns us green with envy,
Money makes all people nicked,
Money makes conscience keep silent,
Money is a foe with love…
Money, money… Shabby paper’s
Making you its slave just now.
1998
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=995582
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 07.10.2023
автор: Ти-2