Passed Down With Interest
A precious penny for your thoughts,
for five a good cigar.
Prevailing wisdom up in smoke
to regale the nearest star.
Keep abreast of Smith and friends,
but true friends we disdain.
As eager birds beat frantic wings
in sunrise search for gain.
A moron's gold soon disappears,
no noontime meal is free
Roll every penny and they're yours,
on that we all agree.
Shopworn phrases from the past
still speak to here and now.
It's amazing still how money talks-
that final, sacred cow.
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