Mr Smith needed money, or so he believed
For his family deserved all the things that were fine
He had no time to play, or to breathe
(he had children to earn for, he worked all the time)
But it wasn’t enough and he wouldn’t cut back
Said he’d take them to Europe which he couldn’t afford
So he snuck off one evening, told them to pack
And he sold off his kidney to pay for their board
Mr Smith thought it right so he worked more and more
To buy all these things, to support and provide,
For a family who sighed as he walked out the door
Who wished they could see him, and who sat down and cried
Mr Smith saw their sadness, so cut off his feet
And sold them to finance a new washer dryer
And he took on more work, to buy them more treats
He was sure they would want and so more were required
Mr Smith worked all day and all night and more shifts
And he craftily sold body parts on the side
Sure that no one would notice, after all he gave gifts
And that was his purpose, (his role) to provide
But his family grew tired of waiting at home
For a dad and a husband that they never saw
So they left for a life with a man called Jerome
Who made time for them all, although he was poor
Desperate for cash to impress them, Smith chose
To sell of his eyes and his tongue and his hair
And just for good measure he sold off his nose
To a Tycoon from China who needed a spare
Mr Smith used the money he had earned to supply
Luxury items that were so sure to please
But they wouldn’t come back and he didn’t know why
And then it just hit him and he fell to his knees
Only now did he realise, love was the key
And the lesson for him was so painful to learn
That he should have just loved them, and let money be
But his family was gone and would never return
So he tore out his heart, from his world-weary chest
And he sold it off cheap to a man from Peru
But it soon got sent back, with a refund request
Saying “cannot be used, heart is broke