Unconfirmed Reports

Where it’s at

Money sings,
it gives you wings.
Money gets you stuff
and makes smooth the rough.

Money fills your belly,
stops you getting smelly,
keeps you warm and dry
and gets you high.

Money can replace your kidney,
let you live by the bay in Sydney.
Money will lubricate your life,
save you from stress and resolve all strife.

In this world, clearly, money is it.
And poetry is not worth shit.