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May 2015
When People Get A Little Money
And they Think they are somebody
They'll think they are better than you

I can see right through
Your fake smile and smirk
You love money most of all
But your precious money
Won't mean anything soon enough

Your dollars lose value with each year
And they won't save you

When America collapses
Your dollars won't save you
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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