Insatiable Dough
Washington, Lincoln, Jackson and Franklin
Strong men, strong willed yet slowly departed.
Left in their stead a pile of weeds
Increasingly growing voracity in one's bed.
Many seek with no end towards these dark hearted fiends.
"It's PAPER" I scream aloud with great dred
But no one cares for anything else
Not when there's money all for yourself.
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