Money Has Nothing To Do With It!
That's a lie, that's a fantasy and that's a cop-out...
Who pays my bills, if not I?
How do I eat, how do I sleep and how do I get about?
What would my mind do, if I had no money?
Where would I live, what would I wear, how would I survive?
As years build up, my body breaks down. How would I make it,
If, money has nothing to do with it?
Who would buy my meds and offer me elder care?
My independence as decided by me, says I!
I work for freedom and my prison is my work.
When does it end? It ends at the end, I cry...
June 12, 2009
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