ALL ABOUT THE MONEY, HONEY

I am Jewish, I am Woman,

I am Muslim, I am Buddhist

Call me names, call me whore,

pussy, kike, sand-nigger, 

call me what you like,

Psyche – I recall Third Reich

Name-calling, hate all about the money, honey

Don’t want to believe in sunny money

It’s bloody Sunday with money

Turn people against one another

Smarter people see – better believe

Keep us with our stupid little asses 

Dealing with petty shit

All about the money – money –

Rich don’t pay taxes

You and I support them 
With our puny little money

It’s all about the money honey

No reprieve, better believe

Rich not aggrieved, we pay more than they do

They like it like that

Make things perfect, we need another war, 

One more Vietnam – Trump’s a perfect mentor

not smart but listens-even though he doesn’t understand more

Trump listens, says what he’s told to say

Do things the money way

Before we all disappear, become who we no longer are,

like Handmaidens in Atwood’s novel

Or Station Eleven in Mandel's world,

Then it will be too late

It will be who we are – when freedom’s gone

It’s all about the money 

Money creates military

No sense being a pacifist since WWII

Recall how that got us here

Didn’t win us any points there either if you recall

Hate Jews more ‘n Blacks now

Jews on the Death Tax, It’s a fact

Take it up the ass

People at the bottom

Have nothing to show, 

Nowhere to go

Things done the money way

It’s heyday for the rich folk

People worked to the bone before they croak

The world we all know up in smoke

No taxes for multi-billionaire corporations 

Middle-class disintegration

A shakedown of global proportions

Desperation and confusion 

Our relation to better-off folk

It’s all about the money, honey

Prejudice has real results

Intensified by lack of trickle-down, 

Nothing left to lose

Live in Shantytown, USA

All about the military created by money, honey

Government Globally – controlled by Money, Honey

This is the world today, Honey

It’s all about the Money, Honey

Three Women

My skin is porcelain tan

I’ve been beaten robbed and raped

Because I’m not as strong as a man

I have wandered the world in search

Of fulfillment, can’t find

peace anywhere

Born and raised in Italy’s ghettos

I learned how to play a hand as good

As any man

Dealt cards in the best casinos

in big cities everywhere

My plate is bitter,

I’ve got constant jitters,

not a quitter

I’m tough as they come

My name is Rosa

My skin is rosy

Born in a concentration camp I survived

I never knew my mother

Soldiers came from England

Gave me chocolate from their hands

Sister Ruth held my hand

Said I had blue eyes like my mother

I escaped the holocaust but I’ll never be free,

I’m slave to fears and misery

Afraid to see beauty, afraid to sleep,

Toss, turn, trapped in rough seas,

refuse to weep, my life in a heap

The days run blue mystical,

Fast, hard rains fall

Blinding like sparkling stars

My name is Ruby

My ancestors left Spain

I’m a woman of color, black hair, black eyes, olive skin

My family came to the new world in 1492

Before they slaughtered all us Jews

Persecuted for religious beliefs,

The new world provides no relief

Punished for the sins of my fathers

I tell them I’m Jew not Roman

Confused they persist in rebuking me,

Call me Christ killer
My name is Gypsy!

I dunno, you be the judge as to which version is better and tell me below. I want to know.

Three Women (oops my bad - still editing)

My skin is porcelain tan

I’ve been beaten robbed and raped

Because I’m not as strong as a man

I have wandered the world in search

Of fulfillment, can’t find

peace anywhere

Born and raised in Italy’s ghettos

I learned how to play a hand as good

As any man

Dealt cards in the best casinos

in big cities everywhere

My plate is bitter,

I’ve got constant jitters,

not a quitter

I’m tough as they come

My name is Rosa

My skin is rosy

Born in a concentration camp I survived

I never knew my mother

Soldiers came from England

Gave me chocolate from their hands

Sister Ruth held my hand

Said I had blue eyes like my mother

I escaped the holocaust but I’ll never be free,

I’m slave to fears and misery

Afraid to see beauty, afraid to sleep,

I’m too busy counting sheep

The days run blue mystical,

Fast, hard rains fall

Blinding like sparkling stars

My name is Ruby

My ancestors left Spain

I’m a woman of color, with black hair, black eyes, olive skin

My family came to the new world in 1492

Before they slaughtered all us Jews

Persecuted for religious beliefs,

The new world provides no relief

Punished for the sins of my fathers

I tell them I’m Jew not Roman

Confused they persist in rebuking me,

Call me Christ killer              
My name is Gypsy!