The Trust Funds

by Rick   Sep 8, 2008


The trust funds so loud scream now!
Aloud they cry about the atrocities,
The world in which are now growing,
So softly singing of the death of superiority.

Fie, fly, and die those who would hold,
Alas holding is our only forgiveness.
Our single most coveted last chance.
Please!! Stay the tongue. And save.

For it is our last chance.

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