Love
People
Breath
Soar
Super
Money
Play Along Mary
Money
We all look at it differently
We either struggle to obtain it
Engineer a genius idea or talent
Or sell our souls to dangerous clients
Taking the extra leap might cut it
Though I am not making you that promise
Its sweat for bread
Don't sit on your butt
Expecting to receive mollasces
That is not how the plane crashes
You'll have to knockout the auto-pilot
Then snatch away the pilot's glasses
I hope you buy what I'm trying to sell
Before I leave in the morning
Promptly at ten
Until then
Learn how to count and spell
That's my only concern
Before you log into my hotel!
© Paul Francis,
книга «Ingenious».
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