By Jeremy Wallace
Staring at the register
Flip another dog.
Wiping down my counter space
Go and check my blog.
This present gets me real excited
Looking toward the next step.
When I make my fortune I’ll be golden
Tanning on my upper deck.
Limos, yachts, and helicopters
Bring me to my next affair.
I don’t care if I’m ugly
All the girlies still will stare.
Eight digit deals and new chrome wheels
I won’t even have to pay.
I’ll take those bills, stack them up
And hand them to my CPA
Pounds of drugs and stacks of cash
Four-plied Charmin wipes my ass.
Stocks and bonds and IRA’s
My money works while I’m at play.
But that’s the future, this is now.
Burgers burning. Holy cow!
All I can do while I’m awake
Is plan my future and my dream.
Please, God, come soon for heaven’s sake.
Come soon that day when I’m a G.