FOWC with Fandango: exchange

It’s a swap, 
It’s a trade 
It’s a share 
It has stayed. 

You can’t see it 
You can’t smell it  
You must start strong 
You must sell it.  

Don’t you want it? 
I will take it. 
You must give it 
Just to make it.  

It’s like love 
And like hate 
Take it all 
It is fate.  

Exchange your money 
Or your change 
Live in luxury 
On the range.  

©2020 CBialczak