Big Money
Stage one is so far gone
they say, "Don't look back."
Stage two dragging me along,
those nine pounds I lost this week
won't be coming back.
Now where in the heck did I put them?
Just let me say this very well
I'm not looking back at you,
just within, inside my heart,
Where you dwell.
Everyone says, "Look to the future."
Trust me, I already have,
Stage three has me on machines
breathing for me
prolonging life just to get to stage four...
Why???
Big money.
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