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Array ( [sid] => 173804 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => money [time] => 2012-09-12 07:00:54 [hometext] => this is all I have ever seen money do to a person,the sad thing is they normally dont see it untill they go broke [bodytext] => it must be hard
with all that class
to strutt around
with your head in your a**

you act like your better
than anybody around
your flying high
with your feet on the ground

you say that your better
than everyone & me
but even a blind man
could truly see

money has made you
what you think you are
with your diamond Rings
& your over priced car

you think money buy's all
you think dreams are made of
it might buy you fame
but it wont buy you love

so while you prance around
& do what you do
you wonder why
your dreams dont come true

money will buy you this
& might get you that
it may even own
the place you are at

but when all is done
you wonder what did I do
for the emptyness you feel
that is the real you

when the money is gone
& your feeling so bad
only then will you see
the life you had

you cant take it back
now this is true
you cut everyone down
that had less money than you

the root of all evil
has made you choke
your so embarressed
but your also broke

dont say your sorry
for the cruel things you said
the true colors come out
when money goes to your head
the hot shot poet [comments] => 2 [counter] => 123 [topic] => 6 [informant] => thehotshotpoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )

money

Contributed by thehotshotpoet on Wednesday, 12th September 2012 @ 07:00:54 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

it must be hard
with all that class
to strutt around
with your head in your a**

you act like your better
than anybody around
your flying high
with your feet on the ground

you say that your better
than everyone & me
but even a blind man
could truly see

money has made you
what you think you are
with your diamond Rings
& your over priced car

you think money buy's all
you think dreams are made of
it might buy you fame
but it wont buy you love

so while you prance around
& do what you do
you wonder why
your dreams dont come true

money will buy you this
& might get you that
it may even own
the place you are at

but when all is done
you wonder what did I do
for the emptyness you feel
that is the real you

when the money is gone
& your feeling so bad
only then will you see
the life you had

you cant take it back
now this is true
you cut everyone down
that had less money than you

the root of all evil
has made you choke
your so embarressed
but your also broke

dont say your sorry
for the cruel things you said
the true colors come out
when money goes to your head
the hot shot poet

Copyright © thehotshotpoet ... [ 2012-09-12 07:00:54]
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Re: money (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 12th September 2012 @ 11:57:11 PM AEST
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It's good write, friend but, It's the love of money is the root of all evil. I didn't know that till I read it my self.
Of course we all need it but the ones that love it will do any thing they can to hoard it.
I didn't realize that either until I read it my self. I don't work but God takes care of my needs and brings it to my front door. so I do what he wants as in what I'm doing right now. That's where my joy and strength comes from.
Blessings,
emy

Re: money (User Rating: 1 )
by Nailgrass on Sunday, 28th October 2012 @ 07:46:45 PM AEST
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well said, however the people with money won't read this and learn whats ahead for them

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