Money waits for me.
It has kept me vibrant today.
It waits like I do for the beach.
Where I will sift through sand on the bay.
And it uses me
Much like the ocean.
Pulling me into my dreams.
Lapsing away only to come in again.
I will collect at high tide
Where on the shore line
Water splashes the rock side.
So I can treasure
The large pool of green.
A hundred, billion, trillion harvest!
Yielded by a fortunate scheme.
You can swim if your broke
You can come along with me.
If we work for nature
We will find the profit of the sea.
~ B
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