The Bride and Avarice

What about me?
I'm worth it.
So, morally I let lapse
some of the rules that hold me small
enough to fit through your door.

In fact, I've been thinking.
This whole arrangement of redemption
seems so vague that if
my bank account were beaming
I could see a bit more.

Of all the colors I can see,
its green that's most appealing.
Your comfort is fine and all,
but couldn't you help by building
a nest egg for my future?

Then maybe I'd have something
to nurture and trust in.
But look at me going on. Being
like everybody else.

I have priorities, you know.
Truth, justice, equality and love.
The bank account just goes to show
all my hard worth... er work.