Make It Rain (4:07)

Jade, lush lime
Pear trees
Nourish me
Health is green
And what gleams more green
Than
money?

Abe, Frank, Jack
seduce
Reds and blues,
Commies too.
For dead presidents
We all croon.

Drought,
Dust bowl,
Depression-hit
Strapped farmers sit and pray for it to please
rain, make it rain please,
we’re on our knees,
and begging Frank D.,
to make it ——

My green love
roams free
Seoul to Greece
Past our sovereignty
Could someone so A-1
lavish me?

Past flames
peddled small games
as high romance, as old art.
So I smothered them.
I crave Great Games,
wild, high stake games,
Thrills by Darwin’s brute laws:
Struggle, power, and chance.
As found in finance; the romance and death-dance of titans.

Drought,
Dust bowl,
Depression-hit
Strapped farmers sit and pray for it to please
rain, make it rain please,
we’re on our knees,
and begging Frank D.,
to make it
rain

God's autonomy
Is revealed
In economy
As Luther tells me:
'make money.'