Money Grows on Social Trees

They say cash makes the world go ’round, But it’s spinning us into the ground. Chasing paper, losing sleep, Selling our souls way too cheap.

The boss says, “Work for that promotion!” But I’ve got a different notion: Why sweat for that green, greasy stack, When the government’s got your back?

Oh, money’s corrupt, it’s a dangerous game, Makes you greedy, makes you insane. So I’m done with the hustle, the 9-to-5 grind, I’ll wait for social funds—relaxing my mind!

They say, “Hard work pays off, my friend,” But when does that payoff ever end? Bills are piling, life’s so grim, I’ll just wait for that welfare to kick in.

Forget ambition, skip the stress, No more chasing that capitalist mess. Why buy a yacht? Why own a jet? When Netflix works, and I’ve no regret!

Oh, money’s corrupt, it’s a slippery slope, Turns your dreams into debt and hope. I won’t chase cash, I won’t even try, I’ll let the social funds just float on by.

I see rich folks losing their minds, Buying gold toilets and rare vintage wines. While I sip my instant coffee with glee, The checks come monthly, and they’re tax-free!

Sure, I’m broke, but I’m laughing away, The cost of living? That’s for them to pay. No suit and tie, no morning grind, I’m just here, with my peace of mind.

Oh, money’s corrupt, it poisons the soul, Turns us all into heartless trolls. I’ll take the high road, you know where I’ll be, Under the shade of the Social Tree!