The
floor of money
The
crowd stare
Rush
in like fools?
Stay
and watch?
The
music blast it away
Stay
cool guys
There
is something moving
Don't
play the game
It
isn't alright
The
money glare at the crowd
Flipping
away rolling over
Slowly
a shape is formed
A
naked woman
Eyes
of fire
Fingers
of knives
“You
want me?”
The
crowd run
Knocking
each other
The
naked woman laughs
“Silly
fools!”
“It's
a silly joke
This
is how a leader divides
The
fear of unknown
The
glare of money”
The
floor money
The
crowd stare
Run
like fools?
The
glare of money?
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