Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Happy Easter :)

The world is built of money
and I have none
My one true love is not happy
and its the money
Cash the check and don't be late
all about the money
The tax man calling on the phone
where's the money?
Every little ripple in the dream of life
from falling money
Wished in the well by Exs and collectors
draining my blood for money
Seeking to attatch an error ridden paycheck
the pale ghost of money
Selling the tools of my craft
with tears falling on every
transient blurr of money
slowing to slap me on its way through


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