Money Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Where my mind suddenly to attack
And how my weak is becoming strong
That I want to punch kick and smack

Anything is I see is turing cold
How can I live so rich-less?
And with money but all bussiness
Or all money and perfect skin
What more can I do than pray outloud?
Why is money all I want?

And perfect skin to stop my anger
And I still angrily stomp-
I kow my punches are getting to you
Coming closer in your face

But money is what I do not have
And money is all I need

But if I had all the money in the world
Would anything exceed?
Because I think I'd spill my budget on you
And laughter is upon us