Money
We all know that the world revolves around money.
After all money has been made a tool that we need in order to survive.
I would rather be left homeless, cloth-less & food-less.
Then to let another control me with the site of money.
If that is all you have to offer, to justify my worth.
Then you can't offer me anything.
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