No feeling in my toes.
my legs are propped up on the desk
while my adrenaline pumps
as I watch the stocks fall.
Fall further and further as my heart sinks
The only love I have is for money
because I’m greed and I’m a piece
a piece of work that only works for money
the love of money is the love of evil is the love of nothing other than the love of disaster
If you put a one hundred dollar bill under a tractor
you can find me reaching under it even if it’s turned on
risk, risk, risk.
It’s the loss of feeling because of the feeling of a piece of paper.