Diligo Of Viaticus/The Love Of Money Poem by Rachel Henley

Driven for the face on the note.
Once you taste it, You can easily waste it.
Materliastic to the capitial C, for Corporation.
Lets raise our children next to the TV stand,
Money isn't everything, But its made me who I am.
From life to death, Crib to the wooden box.
Nothing is ever free, Life comes with a cost.
Sometimes, Our pockets are deeper than our hearts.
The world is constructed,
Yet it is falling apart.