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 Jan 5 2008, 02:17 AM
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Cash money is a constant, a constant worry and a constant pain
Always the big talk of the town even though it's the same ol' same Like everywhere you go, you can always feel its presence See its aftermath in people, regardless of its irrevelence Yet it still matters a lot, whether you think abstract or realistic Money is not an object because Mother Earth isn't materialistic But it turns people into stalkers, damned object of affection What started out as competition has legions landed in the corrections Who'd have thought that currency would be the root of all evil A green-eyed she devil we all love to lust for; Hey it's our funerals |
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Jan 6 2008, 09:30 PM
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 <joke> inside </joke> Group: Official Member Posts: 2,283 Joined: Oct 2006 Member No: 470,590 |
omg! i love this poem! especially the last line, great work =D
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Jan 10 2008, 06:16 AM
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QUOTE(SilentLaugh @ Jan 7 2008, 11:30 AM)  omg! i love this poem! especially the last line, great work =D I agree, the last line seems to give the entire piece its attitude. |
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Jan 14 2008, 09:17 PM
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 i really like it. 
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