These days of rush
Leave little time
To surf and read the net.
The choice isn’t mine;
From point A to point B,
I must get.
While trying to survive
The high waves,
The enemy keeps closing in.
For every dollar I make,
The money grabbers want ten.
That is an exaggeration.
They really want a million.
With a million to one odds
Stacked in their favor,
They will just have to wait
Considerably longer.
If they want to collect
Before they die,
It might be worth a try
To reach for a realistic number,
Instead of staring into the sky.