With Seven Million In Bank
With seven million in bank,
In spirit, she rose in rank:
Physically A Full Tank!
Water bursting forth from a shank …
Then, A Six Suddenly out of The Seven
And she’s sure she’s lost A Heaven:
A twenty-year-old spirit sank
A twenty-year-old mind A Blank!
Then, herself she dumped in a dank
And began to herself also spank
With something that seemed much a plank!
A weapon as suicidal as evil
To her handed by the Devil
it should’ve remained that “Seven” in bank
For her to Lord God still thank.
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