Give Me That Loot

Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.

And...
Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.

These times I forsake steak.
And potatoes made to taste.
With gravy and glazed onions I would love.

These times I forsake cake...
Yellow, pound or chocolate made.
But I dream of having brownies...
With some lemonaide.

Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.

Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.

I've tightened up my loosened belt...
Not to miss a single loop.
I think of having juice or cool-aid...
But a bowl of noodle soup will do!

These times I forsake steak.
And potatoes made to taste.
With gravy and glazed onions I would love.

These times I forsake cake...
Yellow, pound or chocolate made.
But I dream of having brownies...
With some lemonaide would just be great!

Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.

Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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