Poetry · Writing

after nineteen and before the world ends

we started as a gift

lying cheating killing

all before the night shift

wasn’t it so fulfilling

willing to go

millions to the bank

leave the millions on the street

to fend for a penny

so gather around for the show

they roll around in tax tanks

they never miss a beat

n that’s on twenty

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