Money

I feed you with money

And you make some feni,

He buys, but, she dies.

I buy him now,

Buy his love,

Money fly,

Turn truth to lie;

He sleeps in your shack—

Drunk to lips—

Fills your purse,

And, you pay me back.

My money grows like a monster,

Killing you, killing me,

Killing everyone else,

With surgical precision.