Cha-Ching

Confused, perplexed and sometimes dazed
I wonder at the things you say
The words I hear roll off your tongue
Are sometimes stupid; always dung!

You talk about the things you dreamed
And all the wonders that you’ve seen
Your words are always sweet; not true!
Because that wouldn’t profit you

If you tell someone that he will die
That man will only say: “You lie”
So, you tell them what they want to hear
“You’ll have no trouble; be of good cheer”