Riding that fine line,
Whether of poverty or sanity,
Capitalism likes it just fine,
Because that's exactly how it likes to ride,
No surety that the next moment won't bring,
Complete disaster, that's why people hate it,
But can't help counting on it emancipating.
That's why the world's mostly filled with disaster,
Because money's constantly promising to be,
Through the mouths of politicians and some idea of 'good',
The one to come and make everyone free.
So, it's alright,
If you want to try to live outside of the thought,
That money will fix all of your problems,
Because, if you ask money, it will not.
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