Why Tell Me About It

Why tell me about it when I already know That money on bushes and trees does not grow But having said that does it seem fair to say That some come by their millions in the dishonest way Money speaks every language as we are often told And to the miser the only true god is his gold And though I struggle financially for to get by I too do like money that I won't deny The gap between the haves and the have nots is growing ever wide And millions are losing out on the social divide And money and power are siblings 'twould seem In that they both can do wonders for one's self esteem Why tell me about it since I know all too well That life without money can be Earthly Hell.