Chipped
Money made us
Mad men
Ching ching
Ding ding
Ring ring
We came in running
Some played some mind games
Some rose through greed lanes
Up they went
Telling their tales
Selling their stocks
Shares nestled the dreams
The better the trick
The heavier the pocket
Stepping on others
Was like jumping on a trampoline
But every chicken has it's day
It's either the egg or the meat
And they are both nice treats
(Am sorry vegetarians)
So the gamers came falling
Chipped
Chopped
Lost their fame and money
Quicker than they gained it
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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