Mike Loves His Money
Mike Loves His Money
By Elton Camp
To Mike, money means more than anything
Its possession, so much delight does bring
Even as a child, his allowance he held back
Of a developing miser, such a thing did smack
The most satisfaction he ever could know
Was to eagerly watch his bank balance grow
Other boys made money a fast car to buy
It was Mike’s holdings that made him sigh
He made it through college without debt
Then to make real money he was all set
Each month, he spend only a tiny amount
For it was so much fun his cash to count
When a wife and child finally came along
It was only to him the money did belong
Basic necessities he was unwilling to provide
In a run-down shack he made them reside
Finally, his wife and child got their fill
On the marriage, she put the big chill
Mike’s family all now have gone
He counts his money, but all alone
Though real pleasure in his life he does lack
He hugs his money, but it doesn’t hug back
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