For People Made Of Money

It’s paper, fool!

A goddamn tool!

Rocks with a hole.

A soft metal gold.

A garden rake owed.

A line not towed.

Some seeds unsewed.

Me, I whisper…

Don’t look up.

Cause waay up there

You’re outa luck.

Barry

 

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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