11.5 + .5 = 12
How is it...the math is wrong?
Opportunism,
Got you on the run
Blow the candles, fragile to handle,
But, not your fault!
Like melting butter...what an ordeal!
Pepper...Where's the salt?
See you, needy, greedy, meet-ee,
All is in your...Head!
From China, greetings, O' lead,
I wanted to feel, you wanted
To gun!
And you ran...a second to none!
Puppet...Manipulated!
See?...
I have created a clone,
From bright,shinny...Sun!
Greed, is what you need...to be!
Need...Flowing as I bleed,
Tell me....How to stand?
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2012
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