First you make it:

It's not so much what you earn,
It's how much of it you can burn,
Running amuck in Dow Jones' deep woods,
Lost in the expenditure of capital goods,
There is the house, car, and the kids,
If only you were set up for three bids,
On every item in your pecuniary archives,
Then, when someone says, "PAY ME!"
You can say, "Not now, you see,
"Just wait until the last bid arrives."

Then you lose it:

So there you are, whine and cry,
You try and you try,
Only to have someone pry and pry,
Taking it from you as you ask, "WHY?"
Well, there is divorce of course,
And remember as you can get hired,
The Laws of Probability dictate,
That you will also get fired,
Ah, my friend, welcome to the street,
Think of all the people you will meet.

Now stonewall it:

There is some compensation,
For your economic condensation,
Even though you're a target,
For life's great aftermarket,
I've found it a thrill to shop Goodwill,
Any darn fool can buy it new and nice,
So consider this eco-equation,
The true parity of goods is always at half-price,
And remember these words in your budgetary slice,
"Discounts mount."

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