She works at an office,
Where no one takes their losses.
The money they all make,
Is put into a tank,
They fill it up gleefully,
Then split the money equally.
Some make more than others,
Selling panacea.
Some sell more and some sell less,
But they make the same nonetheless
And thats a good idea.
(He) works at the office too,
Selling more than they all do.
One day (he) gets an idea,
To give up selling panacea,
(No one knows cause theyre all dummies),
So he keeps on getting money.
And thats a bad idea.
Some of the "dummies" find this out,
And think this is a good idea,
So they give up selling panacea.
They all get paid nonetheless,
But they all get paid less and less.
And thats a bad idea.
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Keep Your Coins, A Book Of Poems
PoésieThese are just some random poems that Ive written. I spend more time written the Fallen Angel poems, so these may not be as good, but I hope you enjoy. The picture on the cover is one of banskys works. Im not sure who took the photo of it cause I go...
