08-04-2009 06:18 PM
Never Praying, Always on knees,
The color of money, not of trees
The only zoo he knows
Is Donkey, Elephant, Bull and Bear,
The notes of music are ticker flows
And his wife's sweet voice, never there.
Martini in hand, cigar in another,
Brags about art, but not to brothers,
He showers at night, moisturizes in the glass
But looks down at the sink, because of his fear.
Makes money, takes money, and lies in mass,
Drives a company car no God could steer.
In one sharp moment he falls to his knees,
Still behind the wheel, he kills himself in a money tree.
Thanks for reading!
08-07-2009 01:44 PM