etre in the Morning is a series dedicated to poetry and the written word.

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Money by Aidan Mcnally

Can I compare you to happiness?

Knowing now doing so is a cliche.

You are flamboyantly the nastiest.

Contentment always seems to stray.

Joy's what's provoked when man recalls he's alive.

Glee is when man sees all he really needs.

Delight's something that man can't keep inside.

Bliss, the man cherishing each time he breathes.

But, you provoke men in a rotten way.

Playing off their desires as if they're needs.

Most men would die before give you away

And as God is to man, you are to greed.

As long as mankind personifies itself.

You'll be there to insure on Earth there's Hell.

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