Money is not evil

The day is done, mine just begun, the world took a dive, my life spun, into a vortex, where to go next, when your ancestor's kingdom turned into a swamp, all the reservations, invisible vaccinations, in retrospect, all their ideas where so alien, life in hospital but I am not it's patient, dealing with the masses, I still stay patient, debating is useless, when their psyche hasn't evolved yet, the world turns so fast, like a corvette, college drunk, like what's to pour next, lost in the jungle, like which door is next, trapped in the shark's jaws, caught from the ocean floor, snatched but we are numb to know it, starring at the window cos I am a poet, what is to do next, when the media protects, images of the guys who flex, and women that spread their legs, and businessmen are treated like gentlemen, and who has the most capital controls the capitol, and who has the most money is the most magical, godly placed on the pedestal, it is not the money that is evil, it is the material