Sing Something

Bling is a thing, when hanging from

A golden string, weaves funny feelings,

About other ones who like to swing.

It’s much fun to lift a metric ton,

With your index finger.

No, you’re not a swinger.

You are honest about the rulers

On this earth. You are stepping up

To swing a thing, to bring a bulbous

Tarantula to the ring-a-ding train.

Let’s settle this like gentleman.

I give you a pat on the back.

You give me a stack of money.

That’s the way the world sings.