'With No Moolah? ' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I think it's time to shop,
For new scents to breathe.
And sniff the freshness,
Of an openness to leave.

It's time to scoop,
Up some hoop and holler.
And let that joy swoop over us...
Like moolah!

Gonna spend a mint...
Casting sentiments to the wind.
From treetops bent...
Rejoicing from a high we bring to them.

And-don't-need-no-money-when-you-have-a-honey-you-can-love.
And-don't-need-no-money-when-you-have-a-honey-you-believe in!

I think it's time to shop,
For new scents to breathe.
And sniff the freshness,
Of an openness to leave.

Gonna spend a mint...
Casting sentiments to the wind.
From treetops bent...
Rejoicing from a high we bring to them.

And...
Don't-need-no-money-when-you-have-a-honey-you-can-love.
'With no moolah? '
Don't-need-no-money-when-you-have-a-honey-you-believe in!
'With no moolah? '

Gonna spend a mint...
Casting sentiments to the wind.
From treetops bent...
Rejoicing from a high we bring to them.

'With no moolah? '

Don't-need-no-money-when-you-have-a-honey-you-can-love.
'With no moolah? '
Don't-need-no-money-when-you-have-a-honey-you-believe in!
'With no moolah? '
Don't-need-no-money-when-you-have-a-honey-you-can-love.
'With no moolah? '
Don't-need-no-money-when-you-have-a-honey-you-believe in!
'With no moolah? '