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Taxation With Misrepresentation!

I rather sell fish, than teach you…
Call me selfish, I never claimed to be a profit, but I seek it in order to live…
Pun!

Being a good man.
Is it a good investment?
Contemplation breathes!
Haiku!

You put me in this world, just like all the boys and girls, you force us to comply but ask us not to deny ourselves, our time has been captured, seconds/ minutes/ hours, they tax every transaction, they tax every breath, they imprison us for having a free mind, they have killed kindness and birthed hate, I feel it’s to late, I feel I must survive rather than focus on being great, my state of mind has not comprehended the music we’re forced to face, what a waste this has seemed, for Im not the only one with BIG DREAMS, the stars in the sky fade, the Sun goes unnoticed, the Moon no longer provides comfort, 
clock in/ clock out/ punch in/ punch out/ everyone has their hands out, monetarily I could care less, but what is it really costing us?
Rant/Rave/Freestyle 

Morals and values.
Dehydrated with purpose.
Drowning in our tears!
Haiku

Water you going to do about it, 
What are all over, just look…
I only see problems floating with no solutions! 
Pun

I’m being selfish and creating my own world, within my own house, on my own land and I still have to fucking PAY PAY PAY!!!!

 

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