maybe things will become even some day...
Look at us.
Monied fingers pointing
Annointing old hatreds.
At their whim.
They care not one drachma
Or peseta for us...
We must follow follow the money.
We need to know who is rich now
And why.
Then I will think of love
As a fair chance.
After all it's only true
As long as you say it might be.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2012-05-18 at 02:52
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Look at you.Look at us.
Monied fingers pointing
Annointing old hatreds.
At their whim.
They care not one drachma
Or peseta for us...
We must follow follow the money.
We need to know who is rich now
And why.
Then I will think of love
As a fair chance.
After all it's only true
As long as you say it might be.
Poetry by jenks
Read 515 times
Written on 2012-05-18 at 02:52
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