Worthless
Greedy rich hogs a plenty about
guess the fat little toads have figured it out,
in the money trough fore to dip a snout,
moral corruption and lies,
will the Lord perchance sympathise,
born next time Nigeria no doubt,
to be trained as a scammer,
the lout....
the worthless gets pain no surprise:)
Don
you can make dollars till the grave,
a fancy funeral 4 you babe,
but what happens when ya dies,
upon the eternal judgement side,
where you get cursed or blest,
decide:)
be or not a pest,
while alive,
karmas sow n reap the test,
applied...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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