So hungry to make uh da muney honey.
Wear a seatbelt for safety,
Wear a rosary for safety,
Wear a suit for moolah.
The fall leaves crackle underfoot.
Rain dance. We should do a rain dance.
And the money falls from the sky.
The first lottery-won billionaire in Southern California.
She has acquired a business partner and portfolio.
She can't help it if you find her smarter than attractive.
She gets bored and solves math problems.
Looks for puzzles.
Makes her young son's life into a puzzle just so that she can usefully solve it.
Right now I'm working in sales.
I mean like cold calls.
He absolutely refuses to sing.
I do not love you Mommy.
Can't we just play it by ear.
Let me know if you still feel the same way next week.
Will you still hate me when all your classmates want to fuck me?
Just kidding.
I have a real problem with male authority.
Since when did once one of them earn that multi-revenue.
I'll tell you when
Never.
They are lost to the money and moolah.
They can't even admit that they love their mothers.
They love their fathers because their fathers have no expectations whatsoever.
You'll learn not to value an easy love.
You'll learn to be withholding in order to squeeze out love from others, but nary dripping a drop for another living soul.
You'll learn or perish.
You build walls to keep me out but they only hem you in.
You punish the bad guys.
You punish the bad guys.
Your punishment is cruel.
Your punishment is draconian.
Your punishment is illegal.
You are a bad guy.
Once bad always bad.
How are we to ever repent?
From whence is learned the empathy required.
Empathy is required to empire build.
I would love to work with your assets.
You may not touch my assets unless you can prove to me that you will be responsible with them.
I don't want you to hurt my assets.
Assets depreciate.
You won't appreciate that my assets depreciate.
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