with the shake of a beast.
He ruptured a tooth
By gnashing his teeth.
He fluctuated the room
With ordinance of scholar
He took off on a broom, stationed next to the dollar.
Miserably meandering
He couldn't find a path.
A Considerably well-dressed gentleman in the back.
Saying nothing. Nothing becomes art.
Saying nothing, life becomes dark.
Polar opposite tendencies,
Taking their toll.
Solar hot sentences,
Creating their pull.
He took it to heart and he never looked back,
Life is a broom don't take off from the stack,
Of money.
Greed.
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