Poem -
Poor men
Mama said let the wicked man speak , all those lies become heavy, oh how they reek !Β
Let him walk as a fool , waiting for shade in the sun , talking to gold that can't speakΒ
Mama said let him chase away the cats , they always come back . Let him speak away like a king , his empire of lies . Rotten wood and a voided tongue , a paupers heart indeed .
A man chasing a penny will never find enough . Hollow roads keep them searching . This is their toil .
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