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.