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Green, crisp, paper

that is what I want

I want all the dead

presidents to haunt

my billfold

or my pocket

in a safe

where I can lock it

with a silly grin

cuz I earned it all

without a sin



Clean bucks in my account

only I can take them out

I sit back and write

a fat check

or stand up and use my

excellent credit

everything I'll ever need

my boys mouths I can feed

with a silly grin

cuz I earned it all

without a sin