When Number Talk Is Up

Don’t get too enamored with the birds out in the bush,
“Numbers in six figures” after which the foolish rush;
Money that’s inherited, or cash that comes in bursts,
Is uneven money – without structure it’s the worst.

First, the tax man cometh – PST and GST;
Then there’s all those start-up costs which cripple you and me;
Then when all is said and done there’s corporate income tax;
Portions for investors to those figures put the axe.

Most of all it averages when lumps are evened out –
Million is just fifty-K for two – ten years about.
Most can’t handle large amounts, so lose it to the wind,
Better are the small amounts but steady coming in.

Givers love to toss them out, for them they pay no mind;
What they say is meant for fools with noses to the grind –
When distracted by the dance of fairies (sugar-plum)
Pull the rug of rights from them, which lands them on their bums.

Look at Brandon where the rich keep fancy cars away –
“I’m not rich, I’m just like you, like you I’m going to stay”;
It’s malarkey but they know that attitudes around,
Sick and twisted are, so they perpetuate such yarns.

Nonetheless, take cue from them – shut up about the cash;
Do your work, heed their advice, and build your quiet stash;
Pay your bills as they come due, with buffer for the next
Egg that needs some cash to grow, lest later you be vexed.

Cash to givers is the bait they use to suckers catch –
“Good investment” they believe it is – protects their stash;
Alligators in the pond, and coyotes circling ’round,
Take the bait and indicate where trouble may be found.

’Twas the Jews who figured out that cash and our resource,
Could be severed from ourselves, which renders it a force
Which becomes more potent when it’s handles are all gone,
Just like chunks of shrapnel which in cannonballs are found.

Best to sever ties with cash, a tool it is at best;
When it’s central in your life, you’ll sucker like the rest;
“Service” is the work we do which gives to God some room
To affect His daily work – relief to others soon.

Take his nibs who swiped your cash, “Too bad, I need it more”,
Kept you severed from the world as he ran up his score;
Jesus said, “When they move in to take your coat away,
“Here’s my shirt as well, my friend,” are words you then should say.

Why do that? Because it gives a message clear to them:
“Sick and twisted is your mind, to that I will not bend;
Rather, severed from my heart is cash and all resource,
Tools they are, they are not God, in me there’s no remorse.

“If you sell your soul for that, how will you buy it back?
Sell it once, then it is gone, and you’ll have gone off track;
So far in the rough you’ll be, your way you’ll lose indeed –
Live your life like animals – chase food to meet your need.”

Build up treasures in the sky where moth and rust are gone;
Thieves can’t steal it from your stash, for now it’s moved along;
How’s that done? It’s attitude to cash and all resource –
It’s not ours, it’s ours to mix with God’s all-mighty force.

That’s when we see big results, six figures peanuts is;
What’s the value of a life plugged in to local biz?
Flow of eggs; new rods of fuel; fresh insights – oh! I say!
Lavish be – for endless is the flow of eggs each day.

One can’t give if they believe “That’s all; there is no more”;
When one’s eyes are opened and they truly know the score,
Then they laugh at gators, coyotes, givers with their tricks –
“Blue sky is reality”, when attitude is fixed.

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