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[title] => It could never happen to you.
[time] => 2015-10-17 00:55:17
[hometext] => for those who never will be rich; here's a chance to scratch the itch; Celebrate and long endure; the simple joys of being poor!
[bodytext] => The story that you read below May not be the way it goes; If it seems familiar though; The Enquirer told us so! Imagine if you only could; Have all the money that you would; Dough enough that you could burn it; Never spend a day to earn it! It just piles up in the bank; Bestowing you amazing rank; Your credit scores pay such respect That few stand next to you erect! Charities abound around you; Those in need have finally found you. And the only way to hide; Is to opt to stay inside! Hire someone to get the door; Handle phonecalls, mail, and more. Til you have a full staff giving; Counting on you for a living! Friends from nowhere join the throng; Come to party, drink, and spawn. Your mail is screened for cash requests; Things that tick and verbal threats. Insurance wants the house alarmed; And security that’s armed; They have no intent to pay; For anything that slips away. Now you have a guarded gate; Cameras watching guests who wait; If they fail the staff’s approval; Friends are subject to removal. The garage is full of limosines; Plus folks to drive and keep them clean. They’ll take you where you want to go; But you can’t drive one; no, no no! Doesn’t leave you much to do; When someone cooks and cleans for you; Yet every one that you have hired; Harbors fears that they’ll be fired. They’re all afraid to speak to you; You hire someone to do that too. And although it’s quite essential; That their friendship’s confidential; They soon pen a tell-all book; Publish it on Kindle nook; You’re villified in black and white; And not a word of it is right. Your lawyer knows just what to do; He advises not to sue; Says these things are best unfought; Bills you for his ex-wife’s yacht. Just to keep you safe from danger; You live in a house of strangers! There is nowhere you can go; Without an entourage in tow. Except the bathroom or to bed; (Where the famous are found dead!) Just the thought keeps you awake; Sleeping pills fix that mistake. Look outside and ever after; You can hear the children’s laughter; In the sunshine, grown ups jog; You watch TV with your dog. Safe, sequestered, staying home; Protected like the things you own; With nothing left to do but wait; Til Death walks silent through the gates. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 68 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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