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It All Has a Price

everything costs, it all has a price what's posted as free, is not that at all the smorgasbord feast, can fill you right up gestational quality?? yeah, not so much the poverty stricken with cups for some change standing on street corners out in the rain at the end of the day they have nothing to show and the stipend isn't enough to fuel what they know the boxes in the alley in which they call home not filtering heat or the winter's snow all is not what it once seemed to be they hide in the darkness to cover their needs once they were families with a lifetime to gain before the bi-polar and all of the pain the burned out cars and fires in barrels that warm their spirits but not their perils backs are turned on what is endured the government abhors all they stand for we can't feed our people while dumping the oil it all stays in trash bags as excess and spoil

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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