The money’s got legs!
It’s heading for the door.
Stop it! Tackle it and wrestle it
and make it submit
or seduce it. Lick its ears
and if you’re inclined that way,
its chest and groin.
Make yourself believe
it’s love.
One way or the other
you’ve got to arrest the money’s
escape. Detain the money
and lock it in a secret prison.
Torture it if you’ve got the stones.
Make it give up secrets you can’t trust,
pursue unproductive lines of inquiry,
then come back and slap the money around.
The money speaks a foreign language.
You’ll need a translator, one you can put
utter faith in. Listen to what it tells you!
It’s terrible how much the money knows.
It’s not possible that all your secrets
are in the money’s possession.
All this would never have been necessary
if you had just cut the money’s legs off
when it was young.
It would have just laid there.
It wouldn’t have caused you any trouble at all.
You could have outrun it
any time you wanted to.

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