The upper limit of enough is plenty
And so we set our sights
On riches from the tender age of twenty
And hit the city lights.
But enough is not the rule of the city
It is more and more and more
Its life blood is electricity
Its thought what computers store.
And computers make no store for enough
But expand virtual horizons
Till most everyone has his snout in the trough
And most everyone dreams of his millions.
Yet language itself gives us a hint
A little is equal to enough
The lower limit oft times insufficient
The investing huff to snuff.
