Life is defined on how much money one makes?
Evil exists, where's Buffy with some stakes?
Traversing through time but pump the brakes,
Healthy eating but what's a few small cakes?
Cholesterol rises, turn off the music of Drake's,
Demonic prayers in music served on dark plates.
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It is a interesting read, you are always judged on what you earn but some music has always had a satanic side, some of todays music goes beyond the pale, enjoyed the read.
Indeed, it's a funny old world, thank you.
You are very welcome
Hypocrisy or moderation? A most fun poem of point of view and decisions based upon the moment. Preach one thing and do another. Well done
Cheers, yes everything in moderation.
Caught up in the beat, we sing along.
Indeed. Most needs turning off haha.
I worked out a strategy, I change the lyrics.
Good idea.
Who's got time for that rubbish?! lol.
exactly.
Well written. Good point. Good read.
Cheers very much.
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