Janice had some cash to crash
Her piggy bank was gushing
She couldn’t quite contain herself
Or contain her need of rushing
She’d drawn up lists of must-haves
That she’d dreamt about awhile
Did her best to purge the urge
And slash her mountain to a pile
She felt she needed therapy
The kind that money buys
To satisfy and gratify
Any buys for those wide eyes
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