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Money isn’t everything…I hope.
Why are you so paranoid?
Don’t think…you have bills you need to pay.
Stay afloat, make sure you get a job that pays.
You better hurry, I’m not getting any younger.
I need more green to defeat my drought, feed me now.
Keep it coming and don’t stop.
You know I’m the only way you’ll ever make it in life.
I’m the indicator of your status and where you will end up.
I’m the popsicle for your driest heat stroke.
I’m also the jack-o-lantern that haunts you until you compensate my best friend.
You know your Uncle Sam right?
If I shrivel up and begin to wilt, the juices that fuel your aspirations will run out with me.
We’ll run straight to the bank where we’ll be un-depreciated.
Either happiness or me.
You decide what kind of broke you want to be.
