Like A Filo Tuxedo

In fact, I haven’t seen them lately…

…Wherever did they go?

Did they lose compunction?

Perhaps they’re at a function.

Or idling on a beach somewhere, you know.

I’m sure they’re raking in the dough.

They’re with the Better Biz Bureau!

They scampered ‘round like gerbils

through networks and referrals.

As a result, they’re swimming in the dough.

I envy them their money chute.

I’d get one like it, if I could.

Not later, mind,

but somewhere close to now.

But, not the one that’s theirs.

I may covet, but I care.

Mine would dispense dinero and kung-pao.

Meanwhile, they’re raking in the dough.

The money flows and flows!

Their system’s so charisma forward.

Too fashionable for words.

It’s custom made for raking in the dough.

If I had a dough-rake,

what a killing I would make.

I’d show the world

that I could rake dough, too!

I’d rake that mother down

and then I’d blow this town

and buy a hobby ranch in Havasu.

Then, I’d be raking in the dough.

The windfall, it would grow!

I’d be all indisposed.

I’d wear expensive clothes.

Attire made entirely of dough.