The Root of All EvilA Poem by Dutch Jr.For the money contest...Who am I? I'll throw you a hint, Small, crisp note, accompanies lint, Something like a genie when spent, Nice jewelry, next month's rent, Multitudes of wishes fulfilled, Need protection? How about cold steel?
Still not ringing any bells?
Well, I am the shadow of dreams, Provider of life and death, Every breath of my scent, similar to a hit of meth. Landed many a men in a realm of avarice, Have and have nots? Oh, you don't know the half of it, They yearn for my touch; like cold lips, reminisce the last kiss,
Atop every ladder of prosperity, the utmost rung, Yet still lurking underground, six feet; old, but so young, Darker and colder than the ninth circle, yet brighter than the sun. Man's most intimate mate, call me his inanimate wife, The facilitator of his happiness and pride, and his pain and strife, Unlocked his generosites, and his inner demons, I control his life.
Jog any memories?
No? Okay, here comes another clue, Washington, Jackson, Lincoln, Benjamin, just to name a few. Put me close to your heart, or at the bottom of your shoe, It matters not; my physical stance, because, in all truth, I am your mentality. That's right, I control you, too. Avarice, Greed, and Gluttony are the fruits; I am the root.
I am Money, nice to meet you.
© 2010 Dutch Jr.Author's Note
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