The Price Of Faim

My wallet isn’t all of me,
It’s just the part that people see.
Had I just pennies to my name
Who’d notice when I left or came?
I like my anonymity
But only rich folk eat for free
And since I like to snorf ‘n’ swaller
More than hiding…here’s a dollar.

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Silliness is good
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