Money O How I Love Thee Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Sure enough that's the sad truth of it, isn't it?
We say we detest the miser and midas
both, but deep down we know how mean
we really are! Each and everyone grubbing
like worms in a carcass for the tasty bits,
don't you know? We'd sell our soul and whore
our mothers if it meant a few more dollars
in the poke, and damn the preachers
and their mealy-mouth appeals to charity!

Money! O how I do love thee!
Let me count the ways and means
that my greedy soul gapes and sucks
at the green sustenance of currency!