Array ( [sid] => 184170 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Love or Money [time] => 2017-05-16 23:55:36 [hometext] => What do you call it? [bodytext] => Its only money; just a tool. Passed around from fool to fool.
Dollar, dime, nickle, penny; best to have, than not have any!
Tucked away in purse or wallet; doesnt matter whatcha call it--

Dirty paper, bacon, chits; wampum, dough, whatever fits!
Call it cabbage, clams or stash;
Chump change, chits, or good old cash!

Benjamins, or sawbucks, and;
Smackers, greenbacks, or a grand!

Bank or bread, chips or fin;
It pays to have simoleons!

C-notes, moola, gotta wad?
Those dead presidents our gods!

Loot or scratch, and in between;
Tender, jack or simply green.

The stuff wears out, but not before; we turn around and print some more!
Those who make successful fakes; wind up making license plates!

Your bankroll tells you where you live;
How you tip and what you give;

Who you work for; what you drive;
What you wear, and how you thrive!

Save or spend, bequeath or leave it;
Day will come when you wont need it.

Choose with caution what to reap;
Its love alone we get to keep. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 75 [topic] => 21 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Love or Money


Love or Money
Date: Tuesday, 16th May 2017 @ 11:55:36 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Its only money; just a tool. Passed around from fool to fool.
Dollar, dime, nickle, penny; best to have, than not have any!
Tucked away in purse or wallet; doesnt matter whatcha call it--

Dirty paper, bacon, chits; wampum, dough, whatever fits!
Call it cabbage, clams or stash;
Chump change, chits, or good old cash!

Benjamins, or sawbucks, and;
Smackers, greenbacks, or a grand!

Bank or bread, chips or fin;
It pays to have simoleons!

C-notes, moola, gotta wad?
Those dead presidents our gods!

Loot or scratch, and in between;
Tender, jack or simply green.

The stuff wears out, but not before; we turn around and print some more!
Those who make successful fakes; wind up making license plates!

Your bankroll tells you where you live;
How you tip and what you give;

Who you work for; what you drive;
What you wear, and how you thrive!

Save or spend, bequeath or leave it;
Day will come when you wont need it.

Choose with caution what to reap;
Its love alone we get to keep.

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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