Comfort, to me, is the flowing of green:
Of challenge winnings spilling over me.
By way of a well-crafted shower head,
Bills and coins spill onto my---
And the comfort I know,
When I forget all my woe,
Is something no money can buy.
Unless its free money, then, of course I will bite;
Of course I will cherish with all of my might,
The gains which the tips of my fingers have mustered,
Through my words so plotted and of longevity lacklustered;
And will bask in the comfort of knowing so well,
That it was totally worth it, me giving you---
Aw, Heck:
I'm spent.
About the Creator
Z-Man
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Hello all! I am an aspiring vocalist, filmmaker + writer. I hope you gain something personal + inspiring from my work here. You are also welcome to subscribe to my YouTube Channel: Ad-Libbing With The Zman.
Thank You!
Zach
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