The Money Has Died

I was in the basement

with a book on alchemy

and a bag full of ivy.

That's when the call came in;

the money has died.

"What do we do?"

I asked.

They told me,

"Go stand on the sidewalk

and bang this drum

until they grant sainthood

because the money has died."

The money has died

and from here on out

it's all in black and white;

watching cakewalk and silicon

while the green arounds us wilts

and blue above us boils.