Wake Up.
My rent is due,my car note too.That stain won't come out of my designer suede shoes!
I wish I had their house.
I wish I could buy that new sports car.
I can't even afford an expensive cell phone so far!
No food to eat.
Not a drop of clean drinking water.
There's no home in which to dwell.
Baby in her arms has been sick for quite a spell.
Now you say,thank you God...
Because spoon-fed gratitude works just as well.
~~MLong
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