money

Oh the glorious ink and paper, what sensational sounds the metal coins make in our deep pockets with holes in it.  All of it with its wonderful scribbles, tears and germs.   To think that the coins in my hand may have been touched by brad pitt and also the greasy homeless saint on the side of the freeway.  To know that my dollar was maybe found on the street, in the gutter, only to be handed to a teller at the bank, who then puts it with all the other unclean dinero.  Money is always laundered but never gets clean.  Dirty money can buy you new shoes or new books, but dirty books and shoes make your wife digusted.  So why is money so necessary?
     Kings used to have golds and diamonds and they would sparkle and look shiny, but modern day currency is dull and fragile, its dirty and fake.  Its made out of worthless material and it is cherished more than our own sanity.  People die, kill, steal, and live for money, and money does the same for people.  Money controls us all, and we love it, we beg for it, we clean for it, we put out for it, we even love spending it but then hate not having it.  How do we allow ourselves to keep letting money violate everything in our lives?  The funniest part of all that can be said about money, it can change the world.  

I wonder what would happen if everyone who reads this wrote on ten differant bills whatever the denomination  "LOVE IS THE ANSWER" or " Love endures all" and spend it or give it away.  We will spread the word like we spread the germs.  Lets give evol some love.