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Money Talks, We Listen

Money Talks, We Listen

In dark recesses, where thoughts envisioned,
by the amalgamated  decisions,
of rapidly occurring instances,
are then wrapped in daily ensuances,
and tempered by sudden events, they set,
and become geodesic schemes made by sweat,
in time, nuggets coalesce into a vein,
of theories that go against the grain.

Living in the squalor of the projects,
poverty and crime are our birth defects,
creativity and  tenacity,
help change our damned lives, with audacity,
we innovate, recreate, generate,
Love and Empathy, that then resonates,
In all walks  of life, and faces you see,
a love which  enthuses humanity.

With silver spoons in their mouths, walk buffoons,
with as much clue of the poor, as the moon,
the far away Pluto is warm and  bright,
than these stone cold souls, devoid of all light,
from their evil for protection, we pray,
for they use their money to do and say,
to lobby, change minds, to sow division,
and buy our votes, Money talks! We listen.

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Written for Cliches! I Want Cliches Contest Ii 2017!

© 2017, Charlie Bottle. All rights reserved. © 2009 All Rights Reserved

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