Bank Notes (standard:poetry, 72 words)
Author: Chris Craine	Added: Oct 25 2007	Views/Reads: 2938/0	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. 


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