Honey money

I've always wanted to have money
But I have this strange comparison, it's like honey
It gets too sickly and too sweet
But people still eat it not realising it's a treat

But then it starts to rot your teeth
Ruining your skin and everything beneath
It then becomes a deadly addiction
And another dose of honey is your daily prescription

Maybe I should explain myself
And how I see that thing called wealth
Well I'll look at it from the upper classes view
Although they'll deny it is true

Money has provided them a bubble
which they can run into when they're in trouble
Money has created this
Giving them a deluded vision that the world is bliss

Money has infiltrated their mind
From the real world they are blind
Good school, nice house and a financially supporting job
Fancy shoes, nice car and talk in proper english, can't be using the word gob

Without money they can not have these things
These are the 'necessities' that money brings
Without money they are lost
So will keep it at any cost

Refuse to acknowledge war
It's not at their front door
Or throwing money at a good cause
But for the people in the tragedy have no remorse

Money is their solution
Introduction and conclusion
They take money for granted
And don't realise to some it would be a fairytale, enchanted

So yeah, I guess money is great
But with me it just seems to frustrate
If money ever comes to me one day
I'm going to use it in a positive way