i

Money shoots up veins and noses

And from bar brawls to city jails

It catches Tigers by the Jim Crow-zus

Don’t go out unless you bring nuff bail

ii

Money dropped on spats and bolos

Adult diapers and bikini waxes

It buys hits on mafio-so-sos

Sooner or later we’re all game for whack-zus

iii

Money is what bellows louder

Than the crow of the power cock

Grind dem bones into fine powder

Then sneak it from hull to dock

iv

Money drives Rats in the river

Who swim faster than the fed

They earn evil gold that quivers

The green orafices of the dead

v

Money is what we are after

It’s a lie to counterfeit

We are invested by the master

As its old age benefit

vi

And yet money can play the hero

When at last the check has cleared

All them crooked numbers and zeroes

Following a faith backed sum so dear

vii

Two for one indulgence funnery

Glitter wacko-jacko clerics devour

Best to get thine child to a nunnery

Ere the Vicar’s bitcoin is empowered