Benny send me dollar bills,
I’ve sharpened all my holla skills;
I’ve whittled down my life away
To one specific wrought.
A penny saved, but cabbage kills,
And living benefish the will
Of fortune when transform the youth
To something I am not:
A roller ever up the hill,
This boulder big and biggered still–
We push this ball for reasons that
We all full now forgot.