Money is a catastrophe
nothing but pure blasphemy.
People of the world
living in a state of atrophy.
Pardon all my apathy
for those who live too happily
but where are all the consequences
for their rude audacity?
We don’t need the pageantry
of all our fancy gadgetry.
Find it down in yourself
the reasons to dispatch of thee.
You want to sit and laugh at me
cause I live by frugality?
Money shouldn’t make us tick
and that’s the harsh reality.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC
Money is a catastrophe
nothing but pure blasphemy.
People of the world
living in a state of atrophy.
Pardon all my apathy
for those who live too happily
but where are all the consequences
for their rude audacity?
We don’t need the pageantry
of all our fancy gadgetry.
Find it down in yourself
the reasons to dispatch of thee.
You want to sit and laugh at me
cause I live by frugality?
Money shouldn’t make us tick
and that’s the harsh reality.
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