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Aug 2019
In the olden days, we used to all sit around a wooden table
and discuss business in-between bites of home-cooked meals
or after taking a sip of vintage year's red. Now, everything
is different. The times have really changed. What used to cost
a nickel now ran you two dollars dry, the tragedy of inflation.
Not just the type that beefs up numbers, but the kind that boosts
people's prideful egos over the edge of greed and temptation.
The dollar is backed by our government's word.
Only problem is that was never of much value to begin with.
At least with gold, we could be liars and thieves
while still having a stable economy based upon valuables.
I still sit around wooden tables with my friends,
discussing how we want changes for the future
and exactly what they should be.
Maybe we were the kids of America at some point,
but now it's time that the world changes once more.
Day by day and hour by hour, our people are taking
to the streets in the name of a truly righteous cause:
Universal inclusivity in the course of worldly affairs.
All of those who are a part of this great tide,
swim with us unto the bounds of eternal prosperity.
Those who stand opposed to our righteousness, be wary.
Your absolution will soon come.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
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