Money, Honey!

(this is a rap...think Eminem)
Money.
The effluent
of affluence
defoliating dreams,
felling ideals,
clogging streams of consciousness.
The fluency
of currency
influencing reams of images
pretending to be authentic
voices of the soul.
Speaking in tongues of desire
to acquire;
conspiring
to strip,
rip,
nip
any shred of decency.
Shrouding the rawness of my hungers
in false cravings.
I wonder
when the ravening will cease.
The fingers stop groping,
hoping for increasingly
large handfuls of stuff
to titillate,
mire my mind
in the gyres of possession,
quelling higher callings
with a procession
of temptations
that
pull
me
down.
Suck my spirit
until my essence is gone,
spewed into the womb of cash registers
frozen in barren assets.
A landscape littered
with dollar signs.