Money

The earthquake of production

Matched by hurricane consumption

Is the metaphor of money

In a twist volcanic eruption

Money is the egg that hatched

Production, progression, and valid oppression

Money takes and breaks your eggs

Fries them in a government pension

Money built us towers

And took us to the moon

Money found the silkworm

And spun it into doom

A man was quietly tending his crops

When his neighbor came and said

I’ve got this gold and the merchant said

He’d trade gold for all his bread

For in the city, the people were thrifty

And souls had a weight in gold

For in the city, the merchant could use 

The gold in a hand he’d fold

Then he’d return to the farmer who’d found

He could trade his crops for gold

He bought a mule, a wagon, and a tool

He later was forced to sell to a fool

The fool had more gold, bought all the man sold

When his magistrate uncle came for taxes long owed

The man had his land and the clothes on his back

He planted a crop and swore never to crack

Never to sell a thing to a soul

And never to buy anything sold

Only to live by the sweat of his brow

Leaving gold for the fool, with the green copper crown

The rat quit the race, the ox quit the plow

Trading comforts for freedom, never to bow