Blood money.

I was stingy and saved ,lest every one around thought I wasn't wealthy,

I dazzled in diamonds and silks and my eyes, always set on the horizon,

To that elusive pot of gold to add to my hoard,

Then I was targeted to be isolated from the herd,

And then heavens opened and showered ,

Only to prove mills do grind, but oh so slow,

For what good is the money ,given in lieu?


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