The Nature of the Bill

With cash rolls as thick as the bark of trees,

There is no need to fret about losing

What people feel is the death of the seas.

Oceans of money mean what we’re using.

The dollars continue to grow and seek.

The smell of the dough brings about the light.

Cash grows and forms a new mouth to just speak.

On land, there is a place where boxers fight.

The result is a great deal in a purse.

Like crawling ivy on a wall, money

Is never a problem or a real curse.

The thought of dollars is never funny.

The Nature of the bill is to re-up.

Marriage to cash should not have a prenup.