Save Your Money

Save your money
Let the paper dollars
Line the inside of your
Stomach land
Oh, for the sake of your
Little Middle age
Save your money
Let it
Grow up and see the world
And see it with a smile
Kicking and screaming
Will see the end of the evening
But we’ll save it for the
Long drive home
See, our trade is imaginary
Counting n the chalk circling
The likely circulating
Tone
I don’t need a cigarette
I don’t need to look away
From the scene
My feelings are never here
But here I stay
And from the matter of a crossed wire
I deduce a deceptive grin
And in the manner of a crossfire
I throw the money in the bin
And I saw your face
But what I really saw was
Anonymity
But, oh, not a victim of the
Croquet crossfire
It’s all an effort to recognize
The malform of the enemy
Save your money, let your apples fall freely
As the quantity will save your soul
From tumbling your anti-depressant
Matter down a tube to sprinkle on a celebrative soil