Money is not honey,
Though having it is sweet,
What can you do with money?
Buy things, put up the heat?
I like the liberation,
That money can achieve,
But I'd rather write a poem,
As a memory to leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
money is funny and currency aint real although you can roll in it you just can't get that feel I'm going to Costco to but a big box of happiness, it's on sale