Oh your money

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Oh your money

What did it cost?

Those dinners missed;

The table you lost,

All stomachs full

while meals of scraps glare

And you’re not looking,

Spend your time not there 

No moral account;

The debt everywhere 

Affection’s a gift

but there’s no touch spare

So for Midas a tomb

that devil’s hands design 

And for you the cache; your life,

Worth more with less time