Straw into Gold
They call me a devil.
A character with no soul
but I dont twist their arm
they agree with no protocol
"awww my life's bad, I have nothing else to turn too!"
but beggars can't be choosers
and everything has a price
many forget this one very important rule.
So when I facilitate an answer to your given problem
most are jubilate
with what's anew
but forget to see the cup half empty
instead of half full.
She knew what she had to do
but yet the gold was so important
she had no choice but to subdue
but I did not tie her hand
or put her in a chokehold
I just made a bet
with someone I thought I could link upon too.
So after her life was accompanied
as brand new
I had to take my reparations
my forty acres and a mule
ol boy, ol boy, her first born son!
He will make a real great worker
a real tough one,
I promise I will treat him right
but his mom is left with a whole
in her heart she cannot fill.
I know, I know, but she made a deal!
Do not make a deal with me if you are NOT for real
now many call me evil
a character with no fill
but all I have to say is everything has a price
and you cannot loophole that rule.
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