all he's ever needed was money,
since a young boy in the back of a classroom - he never cared for a pencil, he never cared about addition unless it was for the benefit of his pockets. he never cared for parties unless it was because he made millions - he always felt like others celebrated failure, as if they were wasting away their youthful years on wine bottles & unnecessary lustful pleasures. -
all he's ever wanted was something different.
all he's ever needed was money,
since a young boy he never had respect for authorities, he felt like they were just elders in suits & ties forced to perform a lie - forced to construct a binding tie to keep people like him on their backsides like turtles, never again walking upright.
he's never wanted that life.
all he's ever wanted was something different.
all he's ever needed was money,
not a clock to punch in the middle of the rising sun, he never wanted a life where the school system's raising his son -
he never wanted a life where he's dependent on everyone to give him a hand & uplift him at the ripe age of 31 - no, he's never wanted that life.
all he's ever wanted was something different.
all he's ever needed was money.
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Poesiathis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
