If I had a dollar for every time someone
Wanted my 2 cents,
I’d be able to sell them
for the price of a penny my thoughts.
And once I’d have enough, I’d exchange all that spare change,
sell that silver spoon I’ve been suckling on as well,
Since that that’s where all my money seems to be.
I’d sell my rags to goodwill,
And if there’s’ any of the king’s ransom left,
I’d Buy me the ability to
Show some 12-carat self-restraint online,
For the all insurmountable price
Of some fucking common-sense.