Dollar Up
See that rich man
begging on the telly
He’s made your financial future toast,
now he also wants your
cash reserve preserve jelly
Do you believe the rich man,
who’s pleading real con-science nice,
flashing teeth pearly white as rice?
If you do,
then reach down in your pockets
and dollar up
Do it! Reach deep down and don’t think twice
Pay his penthouse suite price
Help that rich man
get on his bankrupt feet again
Donate to his favorite charitable cause:
Me-Me and Me Too
Them are three fine looking triplets ...
you know you gotta help buy
them trust fund babies some shoes
Now that rich man prefer the dollars,
but he’ll accept coins too ...
them that got good silver jingle
And any plastic alms given,
will be a credit to your people
Get a Trump card: Joker gift scrutiny free
But, it won’t be accredited to your tax relief
Good grief!
Somebody help that rich man,
strutting down the street,
hailing his chauffeured limo Caddy
Who’s gon help pay his taxi fare?
That man needs more
than just spit bubbles in the air
Help that rich man,
whose investors are down
on his speculating luck
He needs you
to reach deep down into your purse pain,
and dollar up
He says, go tell your husband or boyfriend,
to reach deep, deep down
into their bleeding green leather grain,
and dollar up
Give it all up ... until the rich man
says he’s had enough
Plenty to build a tower tall,
high wall stack of bucks
But, do a greedy dog ever get enough?
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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