Oh what a pretty man
Dressed in green
Jealousy oozing out of every person he walks by
They reach out to grab him
To take it for themselves
To unearth the devil from the soil and take him home
Money may be the root of all evil
But why do we wish for it to grow?
Truly, is the gardener any better than the plant?
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Flipped [ poetry | prose ]
PoetryThe same sayings, ... But different. With meanings anew, And stories running askew. AKA a fun retelling of stories and phrases you've heard before.. and a few of my own.
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