I am money

I can take you to the moon in a rocket,
I'm the god who rich men call "money."
If you keep me well in your pocket,
Your woman will call you " honey."

And I can take you to high class meetings,
Then make men stand when you're sitting.
Even if you crack jokes that ain't funny
They will laugh until they cry... I am money!

I can take you to the intestine of a brothel,
And bring all prostitutes on your table.
Or make you marry a model
You should know me well... I am able.

Even if I can not buy love,
I can buy you a couple of lovers.
Those whose buttocks have contours and curves.
If you have me, who'll be above us?

You can shoot your neighbour if you want,
Then accept in court that you've done it.
You'll be freed in hours from remand,
If you claim you have me... you have money.

I can give your fart an aroma,
Or jewel your faceless face.
Or run away and leave you in trauma,
Or stay and chase away your stress

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