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The Root of Evil

Our Dollah,
Who art not in my pocket,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy windfall come,
Thy deals be done,
In my bank,
As it is in Jeff Bezos'.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us that tenner I borrowed,
And I'll wave the fiver I lent Benno for that pint,
Keep gold-diggers from my stash,
who promise me favours only money can buy,
Lead me to a good accountant,
For currency is the cornerstone,
The basis and the cause,
Can I lend another tenner?
Bingo!
Sky_dancer
Written by Sky_dancer (A girl has no name)
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