FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY
By Kemet Mawakana, a.k.a. the Seven Foot Poet
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You can break 100 people
Down into 4-quarters
For fifty-cents
Of common sense says
Some people need to give rain-checks
And money-back refunds
To the person
That gave them a penny
For their thoughts
Of purchasing pettiness
Like the latest lace g-string
To tie around their arteries
And strangle a mind
That has already been well-hung
From
Trees are used for paper
To print a powerful
Green ink
Portrait
Narcotic
To be injected into the brains
Veins
To get the strength
To rob a
One-legged mentally retarded sixty-nine year old woman
Who raised them absentmindedly
Because she
Forgot to tell them
She
Is their mother teacher
Principal
And the
Principle
That the
Principle
That they owe
Has them all like
Chronic smoking parasites
Seeking copper and nickels
Throughout the night
So George Clinton
Give them all
FLASHLIGHTS
Da da da dee da da da dah dah dah dah
And mental detectors
So that they can scan the beaches
On an Alan for Green
That Span across the horizon
Of their comprehension
But who could ever understand
The freaks
On the concrete
Created by the Wall Street Journal worshipwhores
Of sales shares acquisitions mergers
Ours
Is the dilemma
Faced by the penniless
So save your vouchwhores
For tax-exempt choices
Like a corporate jet
Or yacht
Or Stock option
Options?
Who can stop
to think to choose to think to choose?
Between money or time
Or time or money
Or money or time
Or time or money
I throw that at you
So catch 22
More
Dimes?
Used to buy cups of coffee
Phone calls
Now dimes are too small to be placed in penny
Loafers are individuals who make bread
The lazy way
They inherited it
Along with interest in dimes is only a crime
When it leads one to ride the white horse
In search of duty free
Red-rum
Gin
Scotch
Stock prices will drop
But not in the red because red is dead
Chairmen of the boards will make sure of it
And they only see black down below the bottom of the bottom line
And the 9000 barrier is broken
But how many economists does it take to screw in a barrier?
I don’t know but I know what I don’t know nevertheless
Mess with interests rates
Compounded and curiously
Inflation inflates with helium and raises gas prices
To $4-gallon
and you like DAMN
then you wish it was $3-gallon but when it was $3-gallon
you were like DAMN
So it hits $5-gallon
Then they lower it to only $4.50-gallon
And you like “ok”
Now that’s gangsta!
And gangsta companies – I mean oil companies love it
They love it
They love it like Texaco LOVES black jelly beans
Like pimps love prostitutes
Like drugs love addicts
Like the Nasdaq Composite love bull markets
Like war loves infantry soldiers
Like CEOs love capital gains
Like Jesse Helms loves James Meredith
Like credit card companies LOVE lolly-gaggin consumers
Like the Enterprise loves dilethiem crystals
Sulu go to warp
Get the Enterprises out of here
The Gates of William are cornering the market
On very miniature cotton
One might say the small fabric
Is
Micro
Soft
Like old 1-dollar bills in monopoly
Though the game lacks
DOJ pleas and death penalties
At the discretion of the prosecutor
One can still get out of jail free
Signing
Writing
Words in triplicate
Bearing down with pressure
Sufficient to bond carbon
And produce stolen South African diamonds
They wish upon a star for a hearing aid
But they’ve never heard the sound of natives being killed
To fill
Their pockets with mineral riches
Because the “cha-ching” of cash registers is too loud
And Ben Franklin
Gets a facelift
So he can bend over Susan B. Anthony
Or at least online poker
Instead of the Yen or Euro-trash
Except in come bustin in the feds
Led by R. Kelly and said
Reserve the currency currently
A 401k penalty is your reward
Award someone
Sixty-four thousand dollars
Deal or no deal?
No deal two-hundred thousand dollars
Deal or no deal?
No deal one-million dollars deal
Because they asked the question
Who
What
When
Where
How
How
Where
When
What
Who
WHAT won’t be done – FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY.
By Kemet Mawakana (aka The Seven-Foot Poet)
Peace (when appropriate) War (when necessary)
Copyright 1998.
Kemet Mawakana (aka “The Seven-Foot Poet”) is a highly acclaimed spoken-word artist, and has published two books A . . . Z . . . Infinity and Crucifixion of My Soul. The collective body of his works presented weekly in BAR are in tribute to Listervelt Middleton, Dr. John Henrik Clarke, and “For The People”. Currently, he is a facilitator at AYA Educational Institute (www.ayaed.com) and can be reached at sevenfootpoet@gmail.com.
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