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Sep 2016
why is it that in capitalism i get to say:
i can buy anything i want, given i earn enough
money to actually buy it...
                 but i wouldn't share a napkin hour
of fork and knife fencing to eat a meal
with the majority of people?
i can buy whatever i want,
              but i wouldn't spend a second
with we are the 99% of people?
                       i can see the sea of desperation
20 miles away... it looks like a giant
buffoon torpedo of farts,
god almighty, the sulphuric stench is
truly almighty, can chop down a cow dead in
its tracks within a non-statistical timing methods...
that quick.
                       but i do get to say the line:
i get enough dough to buy enough blah,
and end up not wanting the sort of company
where the blah translates into bling...
                most of the people i know
   i wouldn't eat a **** with: so... BIG UP *****!
RRRRESPECT: 2Pac sheer a kebab -
          what?! white boy gotta rhapsody.
n'ah, i'd never eat food with you,
i'd rat-out with you at the dumpster -
         when M & S was forgetting Oxford Ox-famine
          and just stashing the profit for
the filthy mouths of garbage grub.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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