Daisy Chains {Completed}

Daisy Chains

Timber is chopped for paper

Paper mints into bills

Therefore greenbacks are dead trees with dead faces printed on them

Funerals cut into rectangles

And people hate funerals

And geometry too

Yet they cried last night when Greed made, played, or flayed them.  

Sanitize your hands after touching legal tenders

Those who don't catch the plague

Not the Black Plague (Rest in peace, Europeans)

Or the Great Plagues (Rest in peace, Egyptians) 

But Avarice - plague of all plagues

It rots your heart away, to mushy paste

So even suits and perfumes smell like garbage when you wear them

All I want is Armistice (And more trees planted on Armistice Day)

Not glorified waste, but a taste of nature

No hostile chains or gold chains 'round my neck

But a crown of daisy chains nested 'top my head

Call me the queen of the happily impoverished: love is our currency

The walls of our castle made from transcendentalism

We dance to the light of the stars above

And we'll trade our One Ring greenbacks for seeds

Because seeds grow into daisies 

And daisies are part of forests 

And forests are made of timber