Why Tell Me About It When I Already Know

Poem By Francis Duggan

Why tell me about it when i already know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
And if this did happen would you not agree
For anyone no shortage of money and how great this would be
That money is the main cause of rank and class distinction and the social divide
Is something that has substance to it and cannot be denied
A dame, sir or lady you are not likely to meet
On the dingy sidewalks of Poverty Street
Money speaks every language as some do like to say
In most aspects of living it does seem this way
It gives people status and lack of it creates poverty
It is lack of money makes a poor man of me
Yes money on bushes and trees does not grow
On saying this i am telling you something you do know.

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