Click of fingers
Be certain to insure your treasures
Forget the rest take no half measures
Make sure you insulate your loft
And sleep on pillows extra soft
Around your castle build your fence
Fiscally it all makes sense
Time bombs tick, the race is on
Fingers click and it's all gone.
Hide your stash, invest your cash
Rats race, before your bankers crash
Longer hours, fewer flowers
Locked inside your ivory towers.
Fat cats litter your profession
Now lean and bitter with recession
You'll need your scotch and mogadon
Fingers click and it's all gone.
Children missing bedtime stories
Now listen to your faded glories.
Excuses never meant a thing
To the woman toying with your ring
Lancelot swept her from her feet
Now Guinevere smells his defeat
Promises sir, like your armour shone
Fingers click and it's all gone.
poem by Kevin East
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