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[title] => If Money Could Buy Life...
[time] => 2005-05-02 11:49:08
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[bodytext] => If Money Could Buy Life… If money could buy life, where would we be? How much more would we value it if someone else held the key? I have read the account of many a man who knew of a time When this unspeakably horrid crime Held true. A pity it is that I did not hear it from them firsthand. But here, have I set forth one to help you understand: “Surrounded am I in a building so gray With walls of coldest steel that not even the light from the day Can penetrate the prevailing sense of death in the air. Month after month I must visit this Godforsaken place; Each time further adding to the despair That consumes me as death consumes the dying. I have never felt such disgrace As I do when I must go in there. The twin doors: one marked rich, one marked poor. Oh, how much of a whore This makes me feel next to these wealthy folk With their elegant clothes and golden flair. I am always wondering if I will acquire the money To satiate my feelings of anxiety. In the past I have made it by the hair on my neck. But now my life is a total wreck. The money that I have striven So hard to gather must now be given Away to the clerk at the desk. She holds out her greasy palm And I give her all that I have in as calm A manner I can muster. Seeing that I do not have what is required, Her face becomes all a fluster. By the look in her face I know that my life has expired. A guard on the left, a guard on the right, Come forth to trap me in my inescapable plight. Into the back room I am led by the hand. The door closes behind me and I am told to stand On the back wall to await my certain doom. A blindfold is placed on my face, The click of the gun rings out, followed by the boom Sent at blinding speed to erase Me from history.” This way of life is long since gone But its effects will linger on For many more years to come. Let this chronicle be a lesson and a warning To all those that are afraid of this way of living: To sit around and do nothing will only lead to disaster, Whether it be in this form or one much worse. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Zeldianus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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