and nothing right with being rich

i had a dollar in my pocket

at least, i did before i spent it

on some trinket or some locket

that now is lost and i resent it

there is nothing quite as gone

as a dollar when it’s spent

nothing leaves you as alone

wondering where the dollar went

a dollar anticipated

is a great treasure for a man

but a dollar dissipated

grates on your soul like sand

to owe a dollar to another

is a dollar spent on guilt

a twin-bladed knife between two brothers

driven into each up to the hilt

you never own a dollar

you rent potential for a while

then it’s gone where you can’t follow

like a sycophantic smile

ayn rand said the choice

is between the dollar and the gun

in the end she couldn’t rejoice

she just wasn’t that much fun

jesus had a different view

you served dollars or the gods

if i had to choose between the two

i’d say the lord gave better odds

do you think what a dollar really is?

green paper with strange signs upon it

fit to wipe your ass or blot your piss

till someone else says ‘i want it.’

what if you just gave it away

to those really in need

do you think you could thus repay

all you’d stolen in your greed?

greed, there’s a word you don’t hear often

in this land of milk and honey

from the belly to the coffin

no one condemns you if you have money

great wealth is the sign of our god’s blessing

poverty means you lack the proper attitude

just ignore poor jesus’ lesson

wrong is right and bad is good

i have lately come to know quite sure

a dollar is a dead man’s bitch

there is nothing wrong with being poor...

...and nothing right with being rich