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Have They Bought Out Yours
Chilin in my Nannies basement
No money for rent
Right now that only ok
Because on top of that
We can’t live together either
But I want you to know I’m trying the best I can
Seems right now to me
You need money for everything
Yet it can’t be found among working folk
And though just trying to make ends meet
Pollutions and Corporations gluttony them selves with greed
Revenues they feed on all that folks make
Till all that is left is pennies and some det
Then they will steal every last penny from your pocket
I hate to spit it
But I got some savings
It was suppose to be for us
Yet at every turn gluttony greed slaves sprout up
What have we come to?
Nothing is free
Not ever love
For they have put a price on that too
So I take a step back
Big pitcher style I’m hoping I can figurer this *****out
I’m not preaching or story telling
I don’t want these words to be weighted down with emotions
I just want my words to go the way a river flows
Speaking what I see and seeing what I speak
All on one page
I can’t say what this will mean to you
Only what it means to my self
Perhaps you’re stuck
Small frame small minded brain trap
Then agene
Perhaps you are right
But still I keep the big pitcher in zoom
Have faith it will all work out
They could never bully faith out
They haven’t bought out the love that I have
Have they bought out yours?
Copyright ©
Erica Szabo
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