His head's a rock
He hears his body clock
Tick - tock - tick - tock…

But, mind you!
He has another panic too:
he can't say "I like you",

because he's too busy counting
all the money on a string.
With or without it, he's nothing -
sad but true: to him it's everything.

He looks the way he writes:
like an angry terrier that bites
whenever cash comes in his sight.
Man, I wish you pleasant nights!

PS: ladies, never forget -
"WORSHIP THE CORVETTE!"