Money Rain


Please close my eyes



Please rest my head



Please end this wretched day



In bed



For I am tired, burnt out, spent



From shoveling the dollar's cents



For mighty ghouls



Who sit atop



The Empire State Building



And drop



The coins we earn



Each day in dread



Rain down on us



Seared through our heads

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