A billion nonsense trading for business
Matches a catch similar to a billion hissing
Salaries now should be averaged in trillions
Once guaranteed the worth will mill on
And not this piece we call nairaful nonsense
Sound so wired but carrys short circuits
You go trading with a bag of nairaful nonsense
You bring back a half bag of valueless potatoes
Your handful of caged nairaful nonsense
Will travel like that of a longing burning incense
Daily it reduces your worth and your promotion
It keeps you dwelling in magnified demotion
Soon a hundreds of trillion nairaful nonsense
Will only bag a basket of nairaful tomatoes
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