by Hunter Barnes

Created on: April 18, 2008

Inside my wallet there is no cash,
gunfire in the distance makes me dash.

Walking down the street hoping no one is greedy,
at the end of the day i become very needy.

The cold winter night clashes with my skin,
i am sitting here wishing i had money again.

Looking over my shoulder;
coughing into my hand,
just to look as desperate as a captain yelling "LAND!".

A person shoving by yelling "haahaa i got it!"
and a person staying at rest crying "oh no i just bought it",
i sit there thinking why couldn't i have caught it?

oh how i wish i had money inside of my wallet,
for now when i see a sign from above i cant even call it.

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