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The Price of My Talent
Contributed by
needledancing
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Tuesday, 13th February 2007 @ 08:54:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I’m totally frustrated with all that I’ve tried,
From love to poetry, money claims my pride.
The poorest of men don’t stand a chance,
If the money he needs is not in his pants,
If he can’t pay his way in the things he creates,
His death is his fortune in the order of fates.
A dollar will make your voice heard right now,
Raising the dollar you have to ask “How?”
I am totally inspired and don’t own the means,
A creative being in nothing but jeans.
Who will listen to all that I say,
In the world of greed where I can not pay?
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Re: The Price of My Talent
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by yangdantien on
Tuesday, 13th February 2007 @ 09:59:21 PM AEST
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Ah a paupers piece I too recognize all to well and struggle with wind mills from a mind to 'see the skull beneath the scalp' yet in joy of life you just keep writing and soon the question will turn around to' what does it pay?'
Good Job
Peace
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Re: The Price of My Talent
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by myheartsvoice on
Thursday, 1st March 2007 @ 12:03:35 AM AEST
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I know only to well of this cursed nightmare you write about here. And beautifuly written it is. Yet so horridly true. Nice work.
Ben |
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