Make A Name Of Himself Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Cash had the final answer in the matter,
Silencing his altruistic designs
The only banks he likes are piggy banks,
So he takes a ride down a tattered path littered with very little
Maybe he should change his name,
Make a name of himself
Knew what fame looked like,
Didn't like the look of it,
But the signs, are they proof?
She said so,
Which is why she discharged her future currency
Maybe he'll learn,
Carry heavier pockets,
Keep the change going,
Wearing his big heart for something else entirely