The Invention

Money is a thing you earn by the sweat of your brow

And that’s how it should be.

Or you can steal it, and go to jail;

Or inherit it, and be set for life;

Or win it on the pools, which is luck;

Or marry it, which is what I did.

And that is how it should be, too.

But now this idea’s come up

Of inventing money, just like that.

I ask you, is nothing sacred?