Common Thoughts #9 – Gas Stations

We stand out in their parking lots
And watch our money drain away;
As though it was enjoyable,
A perfect way to spend the day

And as we look around, we see
The same wan, haunted look:
So little to spend all we had,
For this was all
It took

Money, Money Everywhere

Waiting Still

Money, money everywhere
And not a cent to spend;
So they wait, to their credit
For their penury to end

They drive by stately mansions
That they can’t afford to build;
Then go home to a cage they find
They can’t afford to gild

The love of money is the root
Of evil, it is said;
Yet they would love to have some
Just to buy a decent bed

Money, money everywhere
There’re funds to fit the bill;
But none has ever come their way
Nor likely, ever will