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The wealthy vagabond
These so called: upper-class people, are the true scum's on earth.
Money is there God; with there cold-blooded selve's.
Money-Money-Money, it's all they think about.
Destroying the planet habitat, human's, animal's, and plant's.
Just to keep them, living wealthy.
Global-warming, the system's, drug's and weapon's.
The government, run's that scheming trade.
Im a poor man, living my life to the fullest.
In their view, im a bum.
In my eyesight, they are the vagabond.
poem
by
Derrick Clark
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