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Friday, September 3, 2004

cash money

cash money
handing out for free
on the street corner
refreshing
green

the cool water rushes over my face
and I know instantly it should have been warmer

but nothing can thwart the plan
stop the progress
slow the development

nothing,
except words shouted at the top of the lungs
with no rhyme no reason
just full of anger and furious ire

no revenue in that

you're supposed to write the title last
so you get paid first
but sometimes it is easier to title before writing
or easier to get paid without working.

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