I tried explaining
That money isn’t everything
That it can’t buy you happiness
That it can’t buy you love
That it is, in fact
The root of all evil
That, as much as I might try
I can’t put my money
Where my mouth is
Because my mouth is already there
And money makes a poor substitution
For a mouth
Yes I tried explaining that
Money isn’t everything
But apparently my mortgage provider
Would still quite like my money
In exchange for allowing me
To live in my house
James Proclaims! 
Hateful old mortgage companies.
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Hard to hate them too much. They’ve got so much money that they must be deeply unhappy.
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If I had a pound for every time I’ve heard this…………………………………………………………………………….
I’d have a pound!
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You’d be the most miserable and evil man alive
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And the story goes that money isn’t everything but according to the banks, the grocery store and Inland revenue it’s kinda ahead of whatever’s in second place. cheeers
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I know! I’ve offered them my friendship and they just aren’t interested at all!
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There’s no pleasing some people. cheers
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This poem is on the money.
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That should have been the title!
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I must say, I do enjoy your poems. (April Fool’s Day, our mortgage is done! No joke.)
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It’s as good a day as any. My mortgage will be done circa 2043. So just ahead of the end and f the pandemic…
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