Some iron money
and some iron bills
it's all in the game
it's all for the chills
if you just came
ah Machiavelli
you showed them the way
-and whom is to blame-
how to just change
the Mood of the day
and to re-arrange
for I'm just a snail
with a shiny trail
I still have a house
and when those bills rain
I'll hide like a mouse
in deep agony
so if I fail
on my money-trail
the blame is on me.
Madrason 29 03 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem