Bill At The Gates Of Dawn Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Hi Bill,
your bill will be as high
as your credit card permits.
As you remember
you are a thief -
a person who
has stolen everything
from others,
course you have to pay for -
what you did,
when you had stolen the name,
the idea and the knowledge
of others, only for ONE
reason:
POWER.

The money you got
was earned by a computer system
you never ever had
at that time selling it.

You were a thief to your friends,
who gave all their life for it.

You deal with devil -
and you know that
you had waited to copy
the ideas of others,
like from apple
and to get the job
of Steve.

You had stolen windows
when you where in the dark.

You did copy everything
without paying for
licences or such rules.

You did a big deal with IBM
and you got to be the richest.

You loved to have an high IQ
you grow up in a family
with previleges.

You sold primitive boxes
to everyone
you corrupt the system
and worlds education,
only to get money
and to become rich.

Then you got blamed
for your greed
in public
and for your criminal acts
in past.

You got to be afraid
of going in prison,
but you payed the justice.

You became the richest
man of the world.

You were on Newsweek
and other prints.

NOW
you tried to get back
good reputation
by charity and buying
publicity -
and your wife also
tries to be awefull
like you like bugs.

But your money never can
give you grace
among the people you shit on.

Your bill is not paid, Bill -
and your money is not the tool
to do your duty
to open the gates
your bill is waiting for.

There is no charity
all over the world
your greed can stand -
and there is no helping hand
that will survive -
as long as you
give all money away
and learn just from
the beginning
what the meaning
of a lucky life is
without getting a good
reputation
by cheating others.

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Floy Dy Ra,2015/08/06