Money Money No Money No
Money money no money money no
Money money no money money no;
can't buy me love
can't get me out of town
I accept it the way I would accept a looming typhoon
or surgery
Everybody out of the dating pool!
It's the broke guy.
97% of the women vanish
The other 3 ignore me.
I may have no coin in this realm
My charming emanations worthless
in your world of things
But I didn't get into this whole
poetry writing story telling thing
for the money.
That'd just be crazy
Sure, I hear the echo of wolf-steps
in the background any time
If I listen too much my priorities get discombobulated.
Distracted from the much more important business
of my creative and spiritual works in progress.
That and a million dollars would make me virtually
irresistable.