Do you want money or power?
Or sit in an ivory tower?
Or fuck girls who smell of Dior?

Have you read Evil Flower?
Till the taste of gold turned sour?
No more appetite for war.

Did you vote for Al Gore?
Well, it doesn’t matter anymore.
I’ve heard your honor’s a folklore.

Remember that time before
snorting coke off a whore?
That time when you could choose
Between profit and truce?

Put your money on the floor.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
For you won’t be ignoring
much anymore.

*Or means gold in french. I tried to play with or from “either or”, and or as in gold, which often symbolizes greed. Both or’s are expressed in the poem


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