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Reigning (profile) wrote,
on 2-12-2004 at 10:32pm
Music: A Perfect Circle
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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