Sir Money Lover

You tempt me with money
I laugh so inside of me
Your money is your gold
But happiness is so free
Sir Money Lover
Oh you sit there with smile
As you eat your feast away
You stare at me with desire
I won't be on your display
Sir Money Lover
You tell One day I will see
And I will come to love you
I laugh at all but a fool
This will never ever be true
Sir Money Lover
I will take my leave now
And head out the front door
With smile on my very face
I won't be here anymore
Sir Money Lover

poem by Suelynn Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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