Poem -
Come again ...Money
No one believe many chances ...gives
no change to the dollar
Read well the eyes close
shut to bruises ....so silent to the next...fools they shout
Fools to lost their souls to nothing
the dollars now burns a flaming place
Mr P....show up to the rescue
A plan
a pimp
a popcorn taste
to the feast ...here we go again
Play
Play .....
Play to the I ....
the eyes now retreat
to a sleep
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