Back in the age when wealthy folk
Made twenty cents an hour,
The internet was in morse code,
And photographs were dour
A strapping lass of 25
Dug up a hidden stash
Of gold bouillon from Mexico
Worth $20 million cash.
She put it in a bank account
That earned an APR
Of 65 percent a year
And traveled wide and far.
A hundred thousand years went by
And humans passed away,
But in an old abandoned bank
The fortune’s there to stay
Until some alien arrives
And withdraws so many bucks
That the number almost equals
How much I think soccer sucks.
