Burn
it up, Baby, like it’s never going to end, spend.
Use
it up; borrow more than you lend.
It’s
there for the taking, Eminent Domain.
Kill
the heathen; let them take the blame.
For
you are the superior race.
You
can tell by your clothes and your fine taste face.
Let
them grovel in their hovels while you rape them dry.
You
deserve what you get and they deserve to die.
Other
people’s money, other people’s time.
No
scrimpin’ for you, for the thin, thin dime.
Saving’s
for misers and hoarding to boot.
Their
money’s soon parted and you don’t give a hoot.
So,
go on wasting to the brink of the end.
You
can’t take it with you, so why not spend?
And
while you are at it, take your descendents down.
Who
cares if they suffer, you won’t be around.
So
burn it on both ends, burn while you can.
Devil
take the hindmost and spend, Baby, spend.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull
7/21/01