The truth of what we can not live without
As easily as we live and breathe
We steal, cheat, and lie
A great man with a kite and key is why we deceive
I must make piles before I die
Forged by society, music, and even education
I am considered successful if I perform mass duplication
Only a six figure salary will keep me from condemnation
It matters not what anyone else says they need
The only green not from the ground from which we feed
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Life has become a contest, driven by lust
I have to make money! I must! I must!
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