Always in a hurry,
rushing out the door,
speeding in your car,
so you can still be poor.
Time is money,
flying on the wind,
lining another’s pockets
for others who have sinned.
Always in a rush,
just to hurry up and wait
for your very own turn
to tempt this thing called fate.
Money is time
you can never get back
so are you happy
being so far off track?
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