There’s lots to be had
For those at the top.
The sky it seems the limit
The lucky few their wealth expands
Each and every minute.
Those in the middle
Get nothing but piddle;
Just enough to eat from the griddle.
Those at the bottom
Might wield a wet mop
And when they strike (it) rich
They get nabbed by a cop… (tbc?)
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I have been writing for years, but so far I have made little or no money doing it. I will never give up even if I don't make a dime. I mostly write poetry, but I occasionally write essays, commentary, essays and short stories. Some of my work is really good, if I say so myself. You be the judge. I am at my best when I am inspired, but that unfortunately isn't very often.
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