Cut it

July 6, 2010

Almost never cut it
Your arguments weren’t valid
Hours melting like snowflakes
While we were living in squalor

Almost but never cut it
Your body a prize to die for
The powerful wear stilettos
I could never afford it

Almost never, so cut it
Escape is also an opiate
Stranded I turned to vileness
Respect for nothing but power

I almost never did cut it
Riding in on a donkey
I dismounted unnoticed
In rags made purely of money

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