Planning for the near future
Freedom-Fifty-Five
All the worldly cash
Can't equal the love of bogs
To a rotting log
There was a coin named Bill
Who thought his life was a thrill
He could buy a pop
Or half of a yop
For you to drink as you sit on a hill
Sweeping up the trash
On the side of a good bank
Not a thing to see
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How many blogs have you blogged, private?
Private Sangster: Sir, just one, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Just one, I didn't know blogs could hit perfection that fast.
Taking it to the bank all day everyday, making financial investments, holla at yo bank clerk boi
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