Clever captions, stir passions,
lured by colorful attractions.
jubilant with laughter,
tantalized by nonsensical humor.
Money; money is what’s the matter.
In the sweet here after,
when you’re put out to pasture,
for the final chapter.
In the sweet bye and bye,
the man in the sky.
He’s selling salvation,
or is it eternal damnation?
Hands you candy; sweet, sugar coated,
they line up, so devoted.
The blind leading the blind,
their vision impaired, so want to be spared.
Madly driven to be forgiven,
absolution they shall not find.
So they will sink, with the weight of their greed,
they will thirst for a drink, then they will know need.
Lived their lives without concerns,
piles of cash, parched throats.
Money to burn, there’s no return,
how precious water, just a taste.
Fortunes now ash, dry moats,
such a waste.
Their wealth, their treasures; a lifetime of pleasures.
All they had accumulated, rewards surely awaited,
but they had miscalculated.
They had erred in their conceit,
their vanity; their defeat.