Money Fever! Poem by Bradley Dean

There's a great disease spreading
It's coming to us
That's where it's heading

A man saw some money
He picked it up
And he went crazy

I don't understand how money could do this
Perhaps it is magical, I muse
It certainly does not bring bliss

I see crowds of the infected
They can't let go of the money
It's so heavily protected

Money fever
Do I have it? Will I ever catch it?
I hope that the answer is never

I look around me
Carefully avoiding anymore spare change
It might be deadly

I see a man let go of his money, he gives it to me
His eyes are normal
The others with the crazy eyes say he is crazy

I dropp the money on the floor
A crowd swarms my feet
And the cash is no more

It only affects humans
It must be a man made disease
It makes sense

The money is never used
Just held in hands
It makes me confused

It's everywhere
The scientists don't care for a solution
Money Fever

It's fatal in every case
A deadly wound
To heal with haste