I wait with bated breath!
For a dollar to seal my blank unreflecting wallet,
And savoir all delicious foreign cuisine,
Own a mansion by the sea side,
Explore all the glorious places of the world,
Oh how my heart burns with a fiery desire,
Churning like the ocean during a storm,
In a relentless search of the indefinable dollar,
To ultimately buy and own happiness…OH!
A tremor of cold fear strikes through my spine!
My skin crawls from the instant horror!
No breath, no voice,
Just the impact of shocking realization!
That the dollar is my spirit’s hostle allay,
Can’t let go my ever loyal constant friend for the dollar!
The promises made by the talented dollar are awe-inspiring,
But never forget they are forbidden my mother says, though strangely compelling,
What is a man with an empty shell in the heart?
Clouded by a flavorless spiritless deceiving dough,
Away from a friend that offers small cold comforts even in stabbing despair,
But wait! I will hold the dollar with one hand!
And zealously defend my spirit with the other!
Because a little struggle adds colors to living,
Finding that missing word to lock my puzzle,
And discover all the hidden treasures that are too small to see!