ChangeA Poem by Footprints al carbonlong time + owed change = bad deal
Here's your change.
Counted by the computer, owed to you in the transaction, So as to ensure that you did not to pay too much for something you must need, something you earned. Is it luxury or is it right? Is it a condition of our souls? That we are so eager to make deals, all the while expecting change to come, As part of the deal we have made; For what is for sale? Except what can be earned; For what can be earned? Except what we have to work for; For what do we work for? Except survival and luxury; And that hasn't changed for a very, very, very, very, long time.
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StatsAuthorFootprints al carbonPhoenix, AZAboutI'm a part time poet, usually during waking hours. An idea must be fed and put to bed in harmonic frequency as to the sun moving about the sky. Poetry is exhausting so burn clean my peoples. more..Writing
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