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Greedy Green

The world is consumed by greed, if you doubt this, pick up a paper, and read. Fighting over this, and fighting over that, turning on friends, who needs a rat. Everyday it is something worse, even thieves stealing an old woman's purse. Sometimes I am thankful, to be so poor, although I like comfort, now that's for sure. Millions I don't need, just a buck or two, my power still on, and some food to chew. So I say, let um have it, all that greedy green, they provide entertainment, for you, and me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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