The Wallet Which Takes Flight

More weight brings in the dollar,

As the grass that shoots up underfoot.

To raise up out of squalor,

And the accountant’s figures are soot.

Taken at the start of day,

When all else revs up, too.

Money loves to say

What and how to pursue.

Freedom in the market means wings.

All of the cashflow pushes might.

This allows the glide of things

To the wallet which takes flight.

Every bit of the trek for greed

Means that the trader knows

On what track she must speed.

The limit is her mind which goes.

In the face of blue bills,

The credit card closes.

Like water that gushes and fills,

Effort is issued from hoses.