Better produce some joy of steel,
along with a strong soul of will.
Life gets pretty rough at times,
so goes the will to ring
our own chimes.
Don't ring your own chime,
your life won't be wortha dime.

Ten freaking pennies to count,
then start minusing from that amount.
If you can add a little more,
you might increase your score.
Most end up with zero,
still searching for a hero.

Flip me a whole gold dollar,
pin happy pins on my collar.
Oh what a fantasy to ponder,
a knife in the heart blunder.
Many hate to see others smile,
it cramps their own evil style.

Cramp some evil styles,
bat them some devil miles.
Fill your bank of joy,
don't let the demons destroy.

Can anyone lend me a few cents,
my joy has quite a few dents?
A few cents from all,
might stop my fall.
But it's wishful thinking,
guess I'll be sinking.
I've sunk before,
only to swim some more.
After sinking so many times,
I learned to ring my own chimes,
still I need your dimes.
Do I need to make change,
maybe rearrange?

The funny bank is open,
can anyone donate a token?

G