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Reigning (profile) wrote, on 2-12-2004 at 10:32pm | |
Music: A Perfect Circle |
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Money so they say Is the root of all evil today Though it's no surprise If you ask for a rise They're giving none away Too bad I didn't actually write that. Here's my own attempt at a decent poem about money: The weary old man Sitting by the stairs Has everything he wants But not a person who cares His hair is neatly combed Not a wrinkle on his clothes But inside his heart is screaming And not a mortal knows What more could he ask for? There's nothing left to buy So he sits by the stairs Counting every sigh So this is his life From working so much But the thing he wants the most Is something you can't touch Material and substance Don't satisfy the heart Each day he cries a tear Wishing to restart meh. could be better |
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