There’s a light blinking
A candle
The dripping wax
is blood red
Like my life
seeping from my
soul
And there’s a nuisance
in my head
Who do I
believe?
Who do I
trust?
When it all seems
to be about
money –
that Filthy Lucre Lust
by Kait King
28/11/2020
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money. keep you hands off my stack. jack.
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😁 haha! Exactly, ‘specially on a winning streak!
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This is too deep. It’s very relatable. In today’s life, we can’t trust anyone…even.. believe what they said is hard to us .
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It is a very different world now, and I’m not sure if it’s for the better😔🌻
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We can’t trust anyone in this world. It’s hard to believe that. When reality hits us , we must make a choice of whom to trust in this surreal world .
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Yes we must…and hopefully an educated choice!
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Beautiful poem
Come back to the roots There is beauty and no money
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Laugh Make folks wonder what the joke is
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Thanks Mr Ohh!😁🌻
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You’re very welcome
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