Trees don’t want your money

Manhattan is a place
Where the main thing to do
Is spend money
But at some point you realize
That you’ve got
Enough pants
You shop and you shop
And you shop and you shop
And you reach a point
When you look in your closet
And think to yourself:

“I’ve got enough pants” 
And shirts and gadgets too

And at that point
The advertising 
Starts to slide off of you 
Like oil on teflon
And you leave Manhattan 
For the forest

You hang out with the trees
The trees
That don’t want your money