An angry poem...
You want my money
You
You want my money
What will you do with it
Use it to pay your electric bill?
Once you have my money
You'll use it on whatever you please
You
Quit asking for my money
Just do it the old fashioned way.
Rob me at gunpoint or a knife to my throat
Then you can have my money
That way I'll know
It's not for rent, the baby, the bills
That way I'll know
You'll use it any way you please
I won't ask you to spare my life
You will have to answer to that
You
You want my money
Do what you need
But remember
The repercussions.
Denis Streeter 12/9/11
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