No more Chance (um i dunno how to underline oops?)
New beginnings always find their way,
My eyes met money that fateful day.
A sinister smile; a stroke of luck,
A quiet planning on my part.
Idiots weep; a silent curse,
More taxes come and go.
Yet I print; an awesome fake,
I always have money to spend and stake.
Flames of greed being to burn,
In my hands more money felt.
Then a figure; dressed in blue,
Oh damn it’s a policeman I had no clue.
My hope is bare; the handcuffs fall,
It couldn’t last a minute more.
I only wished to go breakdance,
Damn it, I have no more chance.
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Ok ok that was not meant to make fun of the poem. As in the original poem is nice and all but I just would like to showcase the fact that I cant write good poems for nuts and I prove my point that I only know how to spoof, crap, make puns and be random. Yay a poem about counterfeit money!!! And yes stuff like breakdance was totally random coz I have no idea what to put. =)
---Oh and I havnt heard any new nice songs lately and Majesty's been up there for quite long so Fal and Quezzy go ahead and change it to whatever you want to. But Quezzy... DONT PUT SOMETHING TOTALLY RETARDED.
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Nooooooo!!! My physics gone!!! Nooooooo!!! Oh well. Chem next. After chem chinese. Everything else shldnt be a problem.