# a dear bill poem
you might think that it all counts
when it comes in large amounts
but who then is the keeper
of the celestial accounts
though you can get your way
by bullying the small
thers a truth you cannot hide from
though behind her you do crawl
yes the figures in your bank account
grow bigger by the day
but there might come a time
when others have ther say
in a town with just one horse
then you will win of course
but foundations built on lies deceit
dont fool the maker you must meet