I want money dammit.

Roses are red, I came here to type.

Violets are blue, I think this is the wrong poetry format.

I want money, Why am I even applying to a poetry site for money?

So do you! Oh right, I'm broke as hell. 

 

 

Eat your heart out, Robert Frost.

This poem is about: 
Me

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