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Money Fever!
There's a great disease spreading
It's coming to us
That's where it's heading
A man saw some money
He picked it up
And he went crazy
I don't understand how money could do this
Perhaps it is magical, I muse
It certainly does not bring bliss
I see crowds of the infected
They can't let go of the money
It's so heavily protected
Money fever
Do I have it? Will I ever catch it?
I hope that the answer is never
I look around me
Carefully avoiding anymore spare change
It might be deadly
I see a man let go of his money, he gives it to me
His eyes are normal
The others with the crazy eyes say he is crazy
I dropp the money on the floor
A crowd swarms my feet
And the cash is no more
It only affects humans
It must be a man made disease
It makes sense
The money is never used
Just held in hands
It makes me confused
It's everywhere
The scientists don't care for a solution
Money Fever
It's fatal in every case
A deadly wound
To heal with haste
poem
by
Bradley Dean
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