The Money Flow

by david kessel   Dec 14, 2005


When money flows from me to other folks,
I see but smiles on the mugs of blokes.
If they are asked to share money, then,
I see unyielding looks on the facades of men,
And when it has to flow from them to me,
Just anger, hate and odium I see.

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