$$$

Dirty, germ infested, crumpled piece of paper;

Money.

I think we all have a love/hate relationship with the green back.

 I've been so angry about it I'm ready to get up and leave, 

so happy I've wanted to dance around the room,

so worried that I couldn't sleep at night.

That's the kind of power we give money.

It's our security blanket,

the instigator of the worst fights

a murderer

a thief

I've decided that some things are worth more than money

it's surprisingly difficult, and I'm not proud of that

But I can't give that kind of devotion and attention to an inanimate object