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02/01/09
Riches
Right now, I just can't afford to die. I've got much too much to do, And far too few bucks hoarded against tomorrow, To afford squandering a single nickel On something as frivolous as nonexistence. I still have too damn many investments to make, In the business of the quick, To kick the bucket, Say, "Fuck you!" to that embezzler Mr. Death. He's the last scoundrel in hell I'd let get his sticky mitts on my riches.
02/01/09
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