Never was he farther away physically from her
Every day he felt that emptiness when he woke up
And no matter how many times he got to call her, it was never enough
Reaching his decision, he booked his flight. Money is great, but being there was priceless
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
Wishing he was right, but knowing he wasn’t
Really, he couldn’t be farther from being correct
Only he was committed now, and backing down was worse, wouldn’t it?
Now it was time to pay the piper, but he had no money
Going to be bad, but the rest of the village had said what could the pied piper do?
Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong
Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him
Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others
Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity
She smelled easy money in the air
Everyone was all beer, pizza, and Buffalo winged out.
Now she felt it was time for her to execute her plan while they were in the drunken gluttony afterglow
So fellas, listen up. What do you say we have a little side wager on the game?
Everyone agreed. Two hours later she was seen five hundred dollars richer
Making so much money on NFTs
It made him think of those old-timers using a printing press
Nowadays, counterfeiting was so old school
The new thing was blockchain where could create money just like the…
Putting her money where her mouth is was always difficult
It seemed easier to not think and go with her heart in those circumstances
Casting the dice down the green felted table, she closed her eyes
Knowing that whatever happened, her life was going to be changed forever
The money wasn’t everything. Okay, who was he trying to fool.
Really it was all about the money, but he didn’t have to admit it.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have to work a day in his life.
Such was the life of a fund baby. all thanks to grandma.
That was before he put his faith in his lawyer and that prenup agreement.
That’s when she pulled up her sleeves before
Reaching behind his ear to pull out a twenty-dollar bill
It amazed not only the crowd, but her as well
Checking again, she pulled yet another twenty from his ear. She tried again
Kept pulling out the money yet no one noticed his ears seemed to grow pointy
Perhaps he pretty much was a slouch
Obviously because he never left his couch
Under that gut he had quite the brain I can avouch
Could be churlish and his taste quite louche
He made his money from selling his indoor poncho with a built in …
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