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Money WALKS . with Frank Ruland

~~~

 

 

*A rich woman

Walked down the street

She met a workman she didn't greet.

 

But though they didn't

Stop to TALK

They were able

To exchange THOUGHTS...*

 

Hey! Look at me! I'm all that!

Think you're cool with that

baseball hat?

 

I'm in my designer clothes

I'm Dior from head to toe.

 

I have snakeskin shoes

And pure silk pants

My perfume comes

From Paris France...

 

**Designer Bags and golden rings

Jeweled tiaras and a

Real mink coat?

What to do with such trivial things?

Except wallow in the

Superficial joy they bring...

 

Please. Humour me

With stacks of DOUGH

That's street lingo

For cash you know.

 

I'll sit here and strum my guitar

Whilst I look up

And count the stars...

 

Please... take your spoils and go...

I don't have time for spoiled souls

I'll enjoy the things that matter most

While you celebrate

charades and toast.**

 

If life's a charade,

At least I'm a player!

You're sure not gonna

Run for Mayor!

 

C'mon DOUGH BOY

You know that you want

All the goodies that we flaunt!

 

Yes... I have a real MINK!

And my money has a STINK

 

But who supports

The people you are?

Why! You're nothing but

Shiftless POOR!

 

**I ain't gotta pay

to play this game

I got a Full Heart I'm all IN!

 

You can't just buy

Yourself some PEACE

I've learned life lessons

To pay my lease!

 

Your whole life is inside your wallet

And I'm sorry... but I must call it...

 

Inside your soul is

bankrupt and foreclosed

It's sad to see happiness is posed

 

Shiftless, classless and

OUT OF STYLE

But your pretty golden pennies

Ain't worth my while...

 

You've got cash, but it's just CRASS

Lady. Take your fortunes and

 

KISS MY BOOTS!!!**

 

WELL! I *never!

 

The last thing she thought

As she hurried away.

She's filthy rich NOW...

 

... but one day she'll PAY.*

 

 

(C) SoulSurvivor

(C) Frank Ruland

 

 

~~~

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Oct 21, 2014
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A true JOY working with Frank.

He gave her the final SAY!  Lol!

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