Ode to Cash Flow
Though my bottom line is black, I am ﬂat upon my back,
My cash ﬂows out and customers pay slow.
The growth of my receivables is almost unbelievable:
The result is certain unremitting woe!
And I hear the banker utter an ominous low mutter,
“Watch cash ﬂow.”
He made it seem like it was supposed to be a song. But there was no music—it was more like a dramatic recitation.
It had been a while since I straight-up composed and produced a song, so I figured I would dust off the ol’ multi-track, fire up the instruments, and write a tune to go with the words. Here it is; two versions for your listening (and viewing) pleasure: pop and symphonic.