Dance with a Devil

Things worked out better than we had planned

Capital from boy woman and man

We were like ink and paper

Numbers on a calculator

Knew arithmetic so well

Working overtime

Completed what was assigned

We had to multiply ourselves

A bouncing little baby

A shiny copper penny

And he spent himself

Would not listen to us

But when he lost his appetite

He lost his weight in friends

Baby became a fat nickel so fast

Then came puberty

Expontially

Soon our boy became a million

People loved him so

And helped him to grow

Everyone knew the thing that was best

Of course he must invest

A penny won't do

But he made us proud

He made us rich

But how were we to know

He's counterfeit

Now everything's ruined