Spray champagne everywhere
Celebrate how fat the pig can get
What’s in your bank is what
Greed gets and for what I
Cannot as of yet comprehend
La tirelire is full for moments
Fake friends and compliments
And then it’s gone again this
Is an earthly thing that we all
Place permanence on more
More more give me more
What’s it going to add up to
In the end how much do we
Really get for when the money
Goes you’re left only with
What the core, the soul the
Body of who you are standing
In the abyss amounts to
And the house is just a
Pile of bricks but the experience
Of what your hands and feet did
Is what was left in the legacy of
Your path the aftermath of
But what is then the song
That you have sung when
All of this and money is gone
No matter how fat the pig can get
© GÄ
Poétique 