Money.

Is it not simply a way of ascertaining the worth of something?

Ensuring that one is truly compensated for their time and hard work?

An incentive for pulling through with one's word or promise?

Money.

I enjoy money.

The feel of it between my fingers.

The sound of it as it is counted.

Its crisp, clean scent.

Coloration and texture that changes from country to country.

Money.

Money is life.

Money is soaring ecstacy .

Money is death.

Money is the depths of despair.

Is it not absolutely wonderful?

Its uses are truly endless.

It can be used to buy strawberry milkshakes and strawberry shortcakes.

Or it can be used to pay for a hit or counterfeit goods

It can be used to buy bandages and violets.

Or it can be used to buy bleach and a package of potassium cyanide.

Money is what gets someone to where they want to be in this world.

It can be given as a donation.

It can be given as a bribe.

It silences the outspoken outliers.

It emboldens the mute adherents.

Money is all one needs for happiness.

Cancer?

You pay your bills for surgery and other such things with money.

Prison?

You pay off the judge under the table.

Sex?

You pay for a hooker or prostitute.

Love?

There is no need for such a useless thing.

Revenge?

You ruin the one who has wronged you by buying them out or running their business into the ground.

Money?

The only thing better than money is more money.