Money SlavesA Poem by Ina
People walking down the street
minding their own bussiness as they go by each footstep closer to their daily routine ...the marching soldiers in suit and tie Colorless, smoking executives ruining lives, big time trader they take the best of you ...and get away with murder Money drives men crazy numbly we rush for more humilliating ourselves for them ...but not me, not anymore
© 2010 InaAuthor's Note
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