Prosperity - Poem by Simon Quperlier
I have pockets full of prosperity, prosperity barely born from fame and universal glamour, Skeptics now speak in tongues cause they can't find better words to describe me, if I light my cigarette and walk past them, my smoke keeps mocking them and the ashes after a flick metaphorically rest them in peace, so the broke men came over asking for salvation like I'm Jesus, and I sent them to Calvary where their minds have been crucified, Mental age regression is the poverty, Prosperity is when you can re-evaluate your past encounters and experiences and configure your logic to reason beyond expectations.
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