Sunday, November 24, 2024

The Fruits of Nothing



Traveling on your escapade

With your humor and wit

Flaunting styles of your last parade

Like some lying hypocrite 

Committed to this last crusade. 



They say to follow the money

And by all rights, it never fails

It will lead you to the honey

But never take a left on the trail

Or you'll not think it’s funny

When you end up in jail. 










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