Because I hate money
As money hates me,
I will out-live my debt,
And be buried for free.
My gravest desire:
Die poor, with no coffin…
That Death may unharden
What Life could not soften.
Because money hates me
I sometimes hate God,
(Though I never served Mammon)
So SHOVEL, you clod,
While I speak from the grave;
A cadaver with class:
Come strew a few flowers
And cover my ass.
(Or cover my assets
Financially
So my corpse doesn’t lie
Like a liability.)
Because money hates me,
I’ll leave it to you
To savor my point of
Funereal view.
CONNECT/HOOK 
Money makes the grave go round … :)
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It’s sick, isn’t it?
Whatever happened to a plain pinewood box…
Salva – what poets do you like to read?
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With your permission I shall reply the same as towards the identical question when directed at music: Everything which is good, especially if it is contemporary.
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Do you have favorite German poets? (You are German, yes?)
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Meister Eckhart; Goethe.
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I will check these guys in translation. Thanks!
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De rien. :)
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