Just Invented Money

I've just invented money;
Stuff that's hard to see.
It's legal and it's tradable,
I grow it on a tree!
The tree of course is fiction.
It's fruit is shiny wrapped.
To show the dim investor
A history well mapped.

It's not the sort of money
To hand on in the pub;
It has amazing kinds of form,
It's not the type to rub
Holes within your pocket;
Instead it floats on air.
You watch it electronically,
We tell you when it's there.

We sell it on the inside
To those who'll spill the beanz
In 'Wise Investment' column;
In bars behind the scenes.
It gathers on a whisper;
It's wind becomes a rush.
Soon everybody wants it,
Which means I end up flush!

Now here's a tricky problem,
Leaves will someday fall.
Autumn? Round the corner?
I must unload it all.
Imaginary money,
With shelf life on a curve;
Can sell in bulk but briefly.
It rides upon your nerve.

A massive splash of roses,
Daily in the Press,
Decorates the money
For those who didn't guess
All my sparkling money
Was just about to burst.
Look! Lots of tiny droplets;
Seems you've come off worst.

For I switched all MY money,
Made by sleight of wrist;
For lots of your real money.
All you've got is... mist!

CHEERS!