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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Cup does runneth over, rhyme inside'a me at last, was barren and so empty til inside there drops a splash, of rich poetic potions mixed with collard greens and hash, let's picture hours after the economy has crashed. The whole world saw it coming on our back; impending doom, so don't believe the newsroom talk of how it's ending soon, it's not just pipin hot it's burnin 3 degrees from noon, but won't be real until you hear this nation sing the blues. We'd lose the government's assistance, it would be no joke, the unemployment, welfare food stamps gone, there'd be no hope, come slice this mental Wonder bread then sit and eat a loaf, there wouldn't be much growth around at all to feed the folks. The homeless though do lay their heads by where I catch the train, the richest country in the world can't help them, that's a shame, but multiply the handful by the millions that'll hang, their heads in shame with no economy, yo that's the game. The President's approval ratings dwell where cellars be, the days of 'meat for dinner' gone, no sales on celery, and that's for those of us who're blessed with God's defining truth, or go out like the 30s where we'd stand in line for soup. A real life 'Book Of Eli', ain't no gas to run the cars, your feet would beat retreats in cold and heat to run you far, in fact if the economy did end up true deceased, I guarantee you'd find those selling kids for food to eat. The loss of all morality heats up like yellow sand, to witness inhumanity defeat your fellow man, brutality and savag'ry would grip this very land, to have the cleanest water or a bit of DairyLand. It then would turn to war amidst the races and the creeds, Apollo died while boxing, folks like that are safe and free, majority's priority, minorities would fall, they'd light us up Paul Mall in other words they'd bomb us all. Scenarios are worse case but I'm not that wrong at all, so fellas stuffing dollars in the thongest of the draws, and ladies who just live to go and ball out at the mall, enjoy it, stand up tall and pray to God it all don't fall.
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