Make Me Rich

I make a wish by a pool and toss a coin. I ask for money to make me rich. More and more I just want more. Not boats or cars not food or wine, but only money. Just coins of gold. More and more I want more coins. Any coin will do just fine. Large and small pure and not. Clean or dirty and some with spots. Fill my bank until its fat. I want more money just like that. And if I could I use each coin to buy ten more. I’d buy and buy until my hands were sore. I want great wealth. Make me rich. And when I’m full I’d wish for more. Some would offer things to buy but things mean nothing in my eye. Only coins only gold. Only money should be sold. And when the last penny would be mine. I’d search for more and I would find. Under rocks and in the trees. I’d search up high and on my knees. I dig and dig until my hands would bleed. For more and more is what I’d need. I’d live for coins its what I’d breathe. I’d live for coins and die for coins. For to me gold is love and souls are coins. And if I could I’d save each soul. Make a bank and give to god. Make me rich. A wealthy man. Filthy rich. Give me friends that I might save. To take with me to heavens gates. Give me coins to save and save…