Once my disbelief wore off, I started jumping up and down. She shot me a look that told me to check my enthusiasm and put on an apron. (How do old women communicate so much with just one sideways glance?) At the counter, she let…

WE are all docile cash-faces, They knead us with the hard cash, They, the dashing southern ready money, We labor as they list; For them we speak—or hold our means, For them we turn and twist. We join them in their wherewithal against Free funds…

Money, my honey Money is a party Money, my honey Money is gone Money, my honey Money gets down Money, my honey When have you gone? Money, my honey Where you come down Money, my honey I wonder where Is my money   Money, my…

Whether you desire it or concede it You can’t love it but life needs it I only seek it so I can give Or do I seek it for the life I live I love life, so I must have it to exist My heart…

Money is my friend, Money flows to me with no end. My life it is ready to mend; Come into reality my pretend. Money flows to me with no end! I am deserving, committing no sin. With visualization, reality from pretend; My birthright of riches, Universe…

Money is not the root . . . of anything. Except, it is the KEY… to how we live and trade. Money is just made… In various ways. Nothing fancy in the beginning… Ink and paper; through a machine it goes. It becomes our CASH….