Imagine a society not greedily chasing the paper,
No looking to a false celeb / influencing saviour,
Never corrupt payments for counsellors or a mayor.
If money didn't exist would we be in pure bliss?
None of those evil elites overseeing us from the mist?
A serpent hides in the bushes, I hear that it hissed.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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