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We heard, in general conversation, *It costs an arm and a leg, now, Just to see a game. To join in the comaraderie and cheer. To eat a dog, to have a beer. It's a rip off*. He closed. I agreed. Then something else occured to me About money and time, (and what grows on trees) How they interact to corner us; To keep us from shows, And stage dramas That help us forget Our real life traumas (the causes of our nightly insomnias). There's plenty to spend our cash on (when older. like me, not when you're young). So I tell my friends to purchase tickets For games and concerts, Plays and trips, Meals and tips, And gifts for giving While above ground with the living. Cause when you’re gone You'll wonder why You didn't spend Before you died.
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Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 8:38 AM UTC
A Pound of Flesh
We heard, in general conversation, *It costs an arm and a leg, now, Just to see a game. To join in the comaraderie and cheer. To eat a dog, to have a beer. It's a rip off*. He closed. I agreed. Then something else occured to me About money and time, (and what grows on trees) How they interact to corner us; To keep us from shows, And stage dramas That help us forget Our real life traumas (the causes of our nightly insomnias). There's plenty to spend our cash on (when older. like me, not when you're young). So I tell my friends to purchase tickets For games and concerts, Plays and trips, Meals and tips, And gifts for giving While above ground with the living. Cause when you’re gone You'll wonder why You didn't spend Before you died.
francie-lynch
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Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 8:38 AM UTC
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