i saw fire in his eyes
emerge from day journey
surviving sand traps,
saves, cheers and shouts
to win those amount of money
absolutely out of my planet
i look at my gas bill whooping
almost twenty cents a mile
for my ice cream dollar a bite
my coffee twenty five cents a sip
now bring me those receipts
i don't know how to make out of it
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