United States
35° 50' 41.9856" N, 88° 55' 20.0208" W

What moves us currently
Is it money, be it currency
It chokes the breathless
As it starves the hungry
Because the absence of power
Is the absence of currency
The power to move
The power to act
The power of fiction
The power of fact
Not everyone wants it
But everyone needs it
The homeless crave it
While the wealthy bleed it
Have it sparingly you prosper
While those who crave it falter
Those inspired by a luxurious mire
Still fall victim to turbid attire
The dry only want a feel of the swamp
Currency to them is lonely and all dried up
But they may fare better than those in the swamp
While they want and need some sink in greed



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