Wednesday, May 30, 2012
The Wars of the Golden Fools
churn. What profiteth a man...?
Uh huh, forget that asshole jazz.
It hath profiteth, in style, the many
kicking back. Avowed tradition-
alists, they can fret about their souls
after the hay gets made. Blood con-
secrates the machine, so don't ask
if lives squandered. For All Hallow
to these–if not too taxing. O
you may have lost a son or daughter,
Inhabitant, but Money never lost a war.
churn. What profiteth a man...?
Uh huh, forget that asshole jazz.
It hath profiteth, in style, the many
kicking back. Avowed tradition-
alists, they can fret about their souls
after the hay gets made. Blood con-
secrates the machine, so don't ask
if lives squandered. For All Hallow
to these–if not too taxing. O
you may have lost a son or daughter,
Inhabitant, but Money never lost a war.
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