Poison
WHAT IS THIS PIECE OF GREEN PAPER?
THAT WE ARE DRIVEN BY,
THAT CONTROLS THE WHOLE WORLD,
AND
MAKES US BELIEVE
IT'S HAPPINESS.
WHY WAKE UP EVERY MORNING,
BRAKE OUR BACKS JUST
TO GO TO THIS PLACE
WE JUST
HATE!
TO GET ENOUGH PAPER.
IF AT THE END OF THE DAY
WE'RE JUST
GOING TO WAIST IT ON
THE SHIT THAT COMES OUT OF
BILL GATE'S ASS!!
JUST REMEMBER THAT FOR
EVERY DOLLAR
WE MAKE
THEY MAKE TEN.
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