Against nature,
Against morale,
Existed for transactions,
It penetrate into our belief,
Our character,
It makes greed looks like a desirable trait,
All the excitement,
Though temporary,
Surely a prized addiction.
Printed with regulations,
Policies grasped firmly by the special few,
With the ability to help
and destroy,
What's your worth next to a million pile?
Look at them spending their dime,
You'll see your net value,
You'll see the stripes along those hearts.
What are you, next to that pile?
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