Medium of Exchange

Memory banks hold lots of change
Jingling down inside our brains
Crack it open and you’ll find
You have just unloosed your mind

Money comes and money goes
It starts to gather at our toes
Before too long our backs get stiff
So much change we’re hard to lift

Just when I start feeling rich
And not another dime will fit
A hammer has to break my bank
With this crash I should give thanks

For I have cracked up several times
And penned some very unusual rhymes
As my change spreads across the floor
I’ll give a gift so you’ll have more