Flying Business Class
I’m not smarter than you
Dont worker any harder
Otta stop to the pace
of the human race
in my face blooming
ungroomed while entombed
business still booming
Consuming the land
From forest to sand
Not outta our hands
stop snoring; the boring
chasing American dreamers
We might catch a Beamer
A schemer for Daytons
Not hating; just educating
business
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06/23/2011 at 10:58 AM
A very nice societal insight. Thanks for sharing this!
-GD
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