Take it cool as soon as possible
And to you glorious moment
Amazement stands by the door
Beckoning at your footsteps
Glorious moments fallen on their knees
Swarm around me like jackpot
And i knew it when i saw it
Across the swings in my waist
Flashing fires from my hopeful eyes
This moment i vent entered before
My first billion came under pressure
Then the second was cool
And the third turns into a trillion
Glorious moments of this sort and store
O it never ends
Now you understand why rich
Barely helps the poor
Beyond sibblings who rake in billions
Like i do
The repugnant wishes remain repugnant
O that loathe to make poor riches
Where rich folla view them as sloth
In money management
When your glorious moments come
You would realise
It never makes sebde
To share it with anyone
A lethargy that may never
Leave you for the rest of your kude
That the poor stinks
They really stink
That they indeed stink.
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