Time equals money, or so Einstein they blamed,
But time is worth more than money, or so it’s claimed!
But given a million years, or a million dollars,
Most take the cash, except for a few scholars.
We want to have both, the money and the time,
But the way we worship gold, is more than a crime.
I want payment for my time, but think your time is free,
Even though this space-time relation remains a mystery.
I’ve opened a new bank where your time is shared,
But where the cost for my time is your money squared.
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