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The Green Goblin

Green, greed, 
fame, and fortune
are all the things 
in the worlds misfortune 

money is the root of all evil
it corrupts, disrupts
bankrupts, and irrupts 
without warning

to survive
is to strive
and to starve
if you don't have enough

There are people with plenty
and they hoard the whole lot,
I wish there were a way to stop them,
but there's not.

they hoard their cash
like it's their only way to breathe,
it's the oxygen they lack
in a world so frenzied.

a world that is not free.

we think we have the freedom
to make and spend as we please,
but the truth is, we don't;
we only make to appease
the ones with the most
power, money and disease.

One percent of the population
has control of all the money. 
While the rest of the world suffers
and they all think it's funny. 

It is good to work hard,
and to love what you do.
But for some, well, for most,
you don't really get to choose. 

The limited options
of long hours and less pay,
for a job just as hard
at the end of the day.

It's horrible to have to work so hard
and have nothing to show for it.
To borrow from banks or friends
when you can't even afford it

and when you can't pay them back
in the end. 

Money is the root of all evil.
It makes the human mind corrupt. 
In this country
where there is nothing
but banks who royally fuck
the people who need loans
to pay their bills and mortgage

and there's nothing left
to buy the food you need
in order to feed your kids. 

Food stamp is on option
for people who make so little,
but even those guidelines 
are so strict, 
the children starve anyway.

welfare has a stereotype
for only the 'lazy' people,
but not everyone who needs help
is a worthless piece of shit.

I am disabled.
I am broken.  
I live in a trailer,
and I'm not ashamed of it.

I get food stamps
because my pride is not worth more than my son.
He is the reason I wake up every day,
the only reason I don't run.  

My anxiety makes it hard for me
to attempt to get a job.
I've thought about it
to make things better,
but my body just wants to run
and grab the nearest gun.

Not to hurt others,
I could never do that,
I could only hurt myself,
and there is no going back
from any of that.

But if ever I had to choose
between myself or you,
I'd pick my life, my existence 
Over the guilt of hurting you.

Maybe you deserve it,
maybe you don't. 
It's not my place to say,
Whether Karma will or won't.

People get what they deserve,
In every aspect of life. 
When you deceive your friends,
and stab their backs with a knife, 
You will get what you deserve,
at the end of the night. 
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