Poverty thinking eats brains

The money monster poverty threatens to eat your brain. How much time do you spent in your lovely house, on your lovely couch, on your lovely computer, surfing the lovely internet for lovely inspiring tidbits of loveliness?  Poverty says, this ain't it, YOU don't have the good stuff, not yet, cuz it's out therrrrrrrrre see, just beyond the reach of the screen in front of you, in fact, your screen is too bloody small, if you weren't so poor, you would have a really BIG screennnnnnnn.  The poverty money monster is self pitying, it whines and complains and lets you know that it is hungry, and it gnaws away at your brain, repeating the same thing over and over again, a train running tracks round and round in your head going to no where land in nothingnessville.  How dare poverty pervert this way?  Slay the snivelling monster, get off your couch and look at it, the impression your behind left there, and thank the couch for its support all these years, then tell poverty to shove off with its lies, tell him he is no longer welcome to your brain, uninvite him to your ever so lovely home.