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ka-ching
the old cash register say's
the sound of coins
rattle in their tray
weathered notes
old and fray
lay waiting to
be used and abused
ka-ching
money rattler
shaker and move
become rich and
slide right into the groove,
fingerless palms
temptations
where dreams become greed,
an addiction like nicotine
hard to control
weak at the knees
friends you'll have;
no name faceless beings
who ka-ching to your needs,
a division of greed
diversion from humanity.