finance

I am ever plagued by financial worries, ever impecunious, and these thoughts fester like boils on the skin of my well-being, and bring me to such a low state, that I don't open eyes into a new day, without - but here, I can't now write it down, in good conscience, knowing this selfsame thought has been expressed before, and to such a high degree of poetry, as would put my words to sorry shame. Actually 'twas rapp'd, by the great philosopher-gangster, Snoop Dogg, thus:

"My mind on my money and
my money on my mind."

In such fashion could he turn a phrase, easier than a rotisserie a chicken, and with more delicious results therein. He supplies me thus, with such a pretty syllogism, and of such sound structure, as ever the soul of wit could want of brevity.
I'm inclined therefore, if it weren't for my above-mentioned pennilessness, to go off and purchase a hat, or borrow one from a neighbor, for the sole purpose of, once donning it, immediately doffing it in salute to Mr. Dogg.
Anyway, I salute you! A thousand times over! And while bowing low, under strain and exertion of genuflection, beg forgiveness for having invited your poetry into such a dim room as my meagre light can furnish. Nevertheless! I shall beggar myself before treating it as anything less than royalty.
- Here, my back for a footrest -
- My saliva for a shoe-shine -
- The power of my lungs to keep thy rims spinning -