Money
Money, money, isn’t funny
in a poor man’s world.
When your boric acid and lint, ‘skint’
You’ve not got any to compare to the many
who have a lot, yea the have’s and have nots
It’s always been this way they say
So deal with it in any which way, but how
Learn to say “how now brown cow”
Start to posh up, sip from your cup
or glass, don’t slurp, that’s crass
Take elocution lessons, no messing
Just go for it, get your foot on the ladder
No room for a weak bladder. that’s sadder
than the level you want to aspire to
Do some wheeling and dealing
Strip that old wallpaper off the ceiling
Do up your flat, make out your a fat cat
with loads of dough, sit on the front row
of life, not stood up at the back
Pull yourself together
Don’t get a wife, that can only bring strife
Money, money, go somewhere sunny
Get a nice tan, you’re a new man
You’re changed, you’re impressing folk
But the truth is, you’re still ‘effing broke!
Rick Varden
Sat 7th Sep 2024 20:45
Absolutely Uilleam!