If you think to be poor
Makes you rich in heart
Have you ever tried dreaming streams of desserts
Laid out in trains
Have you thought about the poor man who murdered
The rich man with the bleeding lady
All of them look alive in their splendor and tombstones
Cremating acidly, acerbic jesting goes a long way out of killing
Journal says, "I'll never be poor again. Or my wife will **** me."
He  said his soul is innocent and immortal and it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse