When I went out to mow my sod,
In my ear I stuck my pod,
I quenched my brain with tunes,
Turned my grasslands into dunes,
Then, went in to worship my lunch god.
I lost my money in shadow banking,
While the markets rose my account was tanking,
Of course when the markets eroded,
My account then imploded,
Now, I invest in collectible franking.