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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