by Cassandra Hilton

Created on: June 27, 2007

Driving to the city once again tonight
The neon lights on cheap motels
Are blinking to their deaths and sinking
Into the depths of all the hookers in the streets
Selling their chewed up meat for worthless dollars
Spent on things they know will kill them in the end
A million dollars wouldn't satisfy these hungry eyes
Their souls despising every other man
Who might have more than them
They stand in line to get their welfare checks
So they can live off of the government
They say they just can't catch a break
But that's all they ever seem to get
And what these people just don't seem to understand is
If they took the time they spent holding out their hats
And turned it into time spent filling out job app's
They would become the very same men
They grew so accustomed to despise

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