So Painful a Price

From the cradle to the grave we seek this mistress
From the enlightened genius to the silent and listless
All are trained to believe in its power
All seek to submit it and all are devoured
Pathetic addicts is what they become
Yearning and striving for a little just some
More of this thing, this object, this demon
For pleasure it brings, happiness, freedom?
If we just had some more! is the hymn that they sing
surely you cannot have too much of a good thing?
Though when the unfocused vision is removed
They find themselves beaten, broken and bruised
Now that they have obtained all that they wanted
It is by something else that they are unceasingly taunted
In searching for pleasure and satisfaction of heart
They had lost that very thing, doomed from the onstart!
This utter disaster is neither humorous nor funny
So painful a price, this loving of money