Money In My Boot

Money In My Boot

There’s money in my boot

Been rattling round for days

It’s not much

Not enough for a cup of coffee

The cheap kind

In a paper cup

There’s nothing hotter

Than a sweet cup of mocha

But not at Starbucks

They are always cold

We are hot

Under the collar

Due to corporate equations

And dreams of tax havens

But still we drink

Gallons by the day

There’s money in my boot

Been trying to get its say

©John de Gruyther 2013