babybluemondays

money
What is it about money
You always bitchin about money
Always never enough
Always printing paper words
Of meaning nothing
Of nothing meaning
Anything of worth
No weight in gold
Just cold and waiting
On the sparkle of a one cent street
Opened for sales
And sales you stop
Stuck to your wallet
What do you call it?
Miser, poor rich man’s
Spoilt kid? Always your money
Always the game
where finders keep it
always bitchin about
fire and brimstone. Save it!
always bitchin about
your money