Insatiable Dough


Washington, Lincoln, Jackson and Franklin

Strong men, strong willed yet slowly departed.

Left in their stead a pile of weeds

Increasingly growing voracity in one's bed.

Many seek with no end towards these dark hearted fiends.

"It's PAPER" I scream aloud with great dred

But no one cares for anything else

Not when there's money all for yourself.



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