Get Rich - Poem by Steven Taylor
get rich, get money, ...
any way you can, ...
invest, insure, diversify,
have a 'make mo' money' income plan
buy toys, take trips, eat cavier
take a shuttle to the nearest star
drive everywhere in your new car
steal poor folk's pennys from their jar
hang priceless paintings on your walls
have servants filter all your calls
buy all the fashions in the malls
stand up while all around you falls
as you grow old...
bet your hand and do not fold, ..
and never let the truth be told, ..
about your soul, ..
the one you sold..
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