God made money, but money made men run mad

 

Just the other day
a friend charmed my mind to a taste
a taste that became a test
as her words rang miles
miles of vanity pleas
as God made money
but money made men run mad

As just the other day
a friend charmed my mind to a sprint
a sprint that morphed to a marathon
a marathon i found my soul strung upon
as the vanity of thoughts
drunken my state
a state where money holds
though meant to sustain and thrive us

As just the other day
a friend showed a line
a line that made me crazy
as it spoke true
but scarred my ways....

Broken Vow

 Vowing never to do this again!

I settled my heart on a lie

Vexing the truth with reality

For when she comes again,

with her hand on offer.

I would, in a split

jump into the cruel voyage again

just to taste the bitter-sweet nectar of her embrace.

Down to the suffocating  aisle

where her heart will cherish me more

yet fully aware 

I am just here to warm her bed

for when the time comes

my soul will be on the lonely highway

crossing off dollars

on a rat infected emotion pockets.

As I remember the vow

the vow that stands to be broken every time.

By Mr T. Mandie

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