If ever you knew me,
you knew the yesterday,
If ever one understood me,
the bill arrived today.
The checks and the cashes,
the money and the paying
It's all meaningless paper,
what is it saying?

Greed, it cries,
green, it lies,
the paper and the pain.
Greed it cries,
green it buys and
takes it all away

What  meets beyond the valued halls
of marbled white and gray?
What men are called, that spirits
dwell inside paper and pen?

And, cut. Tis unfinished.  Here's where I'll put what I randomly spawn. It's not quite good, but it'll do for my sleep dulled mind.