It’s all about the Benjamins

Up goes the Benjamins in cotton rags,

Blended in fibres and dyes, soft yet durable. 

Admired is the man with benjamin stacks,

For benjamins make the impossible possible. 

Up goes the Benjamins, conquering the world,

Loyalty crumbles before the mighty Bens

In silence onwards, each step, victory hurled. 

Poor Love, another victim of the powerful Bens. 

“It’s all about the Benjamins”, I am told,

Before the mighty Bens I shall not fold;

True love is dead, but this, my quest,

True happiness and love, the Bens cannot best. 

Eventide

30 Changer, 2024