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Mar 2015
Feed me, feed me, give me more. I want all of your dollar and then a few more. Thus is the voice of the political machine. A never ending cycle of hunger. No matter what it gets it always wants more. It claims to be making a difference, but it is making us all poor. The bloated wealthy live out of the till. They claim they have nothing, but they beg for more still. The under class is what we have become, constantly feeding the Political monster we have created, when will it be enough. Feed me, feed me is the governments embattled cry. Give me all of your resources and then I will take half when you die. What is fair and just, no one will ever say. Only keep feeding the machine so it can get just a little bigger every day.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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