Equate wealth with inner worth
You shortcut horse of the year
clutching the parapet of the seventh floor
Your legs locking onto the loans with low interest rates sign
Such a sadness hides in the hair of your thoughts
Rides down your airways like an aroma to land heavily on your heart
Big eyes do bulge though old chapo
and that sadness is pressed almost to it´s death just before you sell something
But you never kill it
it just grows back, your restless legs propagate it
The unsatisfying feeling you are not good enough
Pity you couldn´t convince people to buy that!
Consider a heart with no void
Such a sadness as this would be destitute and annoyed
Though you can´t fill it old chapo
So the world and it´s grievances will fill it for you
Counting money was exciting made you thought you were free
Live to buy and sell now old chapo without an ounce of glee
Joy now forgets to get up and jump into your eyes
Or was it you that shut them for it
Not a dollar will complete you
Yours is a soul undescerning and unaware
I love you all the same old chapo
Wealth is inner Worth you swear
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