They say you have the Midas touch
How far does this extend?
Gold at an instant,
Then passion is a given right?
You met me in my room
With a tray of room service,
Quite convenient you two are…
Now about that gold.
You are rash and strong
Taking my arms and head,
Well I would never see it coming
But there it was in all its glory.
Everywhere it stood
Weighing down its holder,
Just begging to be touched
And that you did.
Except now things were feeling cold
Something itching my skin to stretch,
Like lightning igniting my veins
There I stood as your prize.
Just another for your collection I suppose
I stood there solid gold,
Peering out of glazed over eyes
Thinking, greed is a bitch.