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[title] => Lee Gal High Way Rob Bery
[time] => 2005-05-06 11:25:58
[hometext] => Wanna know why Congress really passed tougher bankruptcy laws?
[bodytext] => There once was a pusher named High Who would sell whatever you’d buy. Crack, heroine, or speed; the highest price he’ll exceed, but he’ll get you anything that you need. Now this pusher, his last name was Way, and human beings High Way made his prey. Though he was now used to living regally, He wanted his money, but legally. He knew this businessman who was named Rob who himself wanted a better-paying job. At his pharmaceutical company, the competition was tough, and ten billion in profits just wasn’t enough! So Rob Bery he hooked up with High. This advice to Rob he supplied: High said, “Rob, no price is too high! You sell drugs that lives save, I sell drugs that enslave. But with medical pills, They must pay the bill, 0r they’ll die from whatever made them ill.” “But, High,” says Rob, “what you propose is a crime. They don’t have to pay one more dime. ‘Cause Congress with drug prices drew this line: to the bankruptcy court they will plead. once they can’t pay for pills that they need.” “Now, Rob,” says High, “Listen to what can be: I know of a Congresswoman who is named Lee. She’ll pass any bill once you pay her law-passing fee.” Rob says, “But, High, the people will outcry, and that bill on the floor surely will die!” High says to Rob, “Don’t bet against me! I’ll talk to Lee Gal and you’ll see! We’ve got enough change to spread around and arrange; the bankruptcy laws they will change.” So with Lee Gal on their side, they took the people for a ride, but soon with the devil these three will abide. For their mothers they all took in sick. But to their legal guns they did stick. And their moms couldn't pay, and so passed away. Motherly love was betrayed. But the devil is waiting for the three pushers on doomsday. For every breath they draw in hell they’ll have to pay, though their wallets will be stolen from them on doomsday. And though bankrupt are these three, they’re more broke spiritually. So with abundant glee Satan will torture the pushers three: Lee Gal, High Way, Rob Bery. Copyright 2005 Natalie Franklin [comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 41 [informant] => natyboops [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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