|Bank Notes (standard:poetry, 72 words)|
|Author: Chris Craine||Added: Oct 25 2007||Views/Reads: 1643/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This ones for the working man!|
Feeding the flames Burning the cash Turning our hard work To nothing but trash. Frustration is rampant. Fight for control Hatred for banks Existence, no soul. Convenience and speed. For the working class. Bending us over And fucking our ass. The rich getting richer Off the sweat From our brow. Were dreaming of hamburger Yet were the cow. Incessant spending. Were chewing the cud Slaves to the green And standing in mud. Tweet
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