Like murky flows of water so polluted with
Our putrid thoughts and selfish acts,
The paper notes and crusted metal coins
Funnel from account to hand,
To yet another dirty hand. But surely
There are river banks that channel cash
And keep the poor from dipping in?
Let’s keep this wealth in places it belongs
And let those trashy people rot
In their flats, unheated and
Stacked with loaves of bread and value beans.
I went with my dad to a ladies’ night that was organised by the Freemasons last night. I quite enjoy getting dressed up for these nights out but I always feel really taken aback by how much money is thrown around.
Many of the men in my dad’s lodge are absolutely minted and I’m always left wondering how someone gets quite so rich. But then the games and the raffle begin and I start to think that maybe they just attract that wealth.
I have heard the expression that money is attracted to money, but I’m starting to see that there may be something in that saying.
Last night, one guy one about seventy quid playing heads or tails. It’s a game of chance, so why did he win rather than anyone else in the room? I just wonder whether there is some cosmic energy that people tap into?
Whatever it is that causes this phenomenon, I certainly don’t have any of that magical energy – and I’m open to any advice if anyone knows what these people are doing.