Walkin’ Black Hole

I don’t have no money
It seems to disappear
My debit card is empty
it’s cause of you my dear.
The physics of this are beyond me
the logic’s torn asunder.
You’re like a walking black hole
My very own singularity.
The only lightness I perceive,
is the mass of my empty wallet.
You’re like a walkin’ black hole.
No one else do I have.
No light will I perceive.
You’re a walkin' talking black hole.
No event on Any horizon
will I participate.
Cause…
It all evaporates.
I don’t have any money.
It just disappears.
All for you to take.
You’re a walkin’ black hole.
It’s here and not here.
Just like that cat!
I look at my account
And before my eyes
it collapses to a non zero amount!
And not a clue.
My bank account is empty
and
it’s all because of you.
You’re a walking black hole.
For all my cash.
All the atoms of which
A non-local transaction.
All my cash
just seem to smash.
In a flash.
All my cash!

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