Slaves

As clocks spin, piles of green rise higher; no lawnmower comes to chew through money. The hungry stare and wish more and more would line their pockets, so prices expand to make up for lust. Outsourcing ends local jobs and enslaves those elsewhere; corporations mold into wallet-dictators, swallowing pennies like breaths of air. None will be enough.

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