.
I am talking cash, payola, coin,
the big haul, the ship come
in and run aground is the theme.
Money, I am in love
and need a new everything
to impress him. Oh, bank account
why are you so tiny?
.
Travel and dinner; long walks
on foreign soil along pristine beaches
beneath palms and gentle breezes.
It takes a few ducats for that.
.
Oh, financial security, the dream
of millions of single dollar bills.
Song worthy, Barett strong
knew that's what I waaaaaaaaannnnnnt.
That's what I want.
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slc
i'm with you. financial
i'm with you. financial freedom is a privilege afforded to few.
If I Had Oodles Of Money
I'd give lots of it to The Salvation Army and Doctors Without Borders.
That sounds so nice
That sounds so nice
Of Course
I'd start a publishing company and publish books for everyone on PostPoems. Ha! Then travel Michigan by car. :D