Green Back Addict
Green-back addict
Ambition is the keys to unlocking all the doors. Enthusiasm or courage can
possibly put an end to world hunger. But let’s be honest, who need courage
when you got that instant almighty dollar.Remember this: the “cowardly lion”
don’t have to fight when he’s rolling in something with plush interior. That’s right!
I got my eye on business, your business that is.
And don’t do me any favors; because I don’t want any type of paper, I want
your “ye'pper”. The gross point of this is, love still don’t pay my bills.
Unless I can, Can it up and stock it on shelves for fools like you to buy it
wholesale. I want you to turn me own.To you your stocks and bond,With me
about your vivid dollar signs, I like to see it sprawled all out on table, in
untraceable 20’s and 50’s.
It’s dirty, and it makes you fresh and clean, you’d want to be me. Day and night,
anything else would be uncivilized. I’m true, I care to spend your money, on
clothes, pearls, at fast car dealerships, I want that diamond life.
All color jewels, right off an Arabian prince’s hand.
I marry folks that resemble “Franklin”; I’m not too smitten with the Washington
family.I need her and she needs me. I’ll stick her in my purse, meanwhile
pocketing your accounts, that Swiss cheese is what I need. Call me old fashion, I
like that 100-year old money, give up those decrepitude figures, I’ll spend it to
smithereens. Giving that old girl a new attitude!
Wealth will withstand my impulse, to kill in these stores over seas and in your
town, buying top designers: Fendi’s, True Religions, Red Monkey’s, Baby Phat,
Valentino’s, Dolce & Gabbana’s, Couture, Coach bags, Gucci shoes, Jimmy
Choo’s, Ralph Lauren’s and Versace.
Max lip glosses, botox and make me over after the swelling go down. Nip and
tuck me in. read me a story, out the newspaper, not the funnies. I only go to sleep
to clabbered-up chatter on how my addiction has foreclosed another billionaire’s
wallet.
That greenish blue piece of paper got me firing my best friend, a widow with 5
kids and no health insurance. (Oh yes I did).Sad part is, if she got have a chance,
she would have done the same.Don’t frown up your face, Ok, put it this way…
When I can make profit off a packaged haters, then we’ll do lunch. Until then I’m
going to see if Larry H. Parker have girlfriend, money calls …
You know the story.
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