a girl with her hand riding a bottomless honey pot,
spoilt of riches her reds tremble and suit creeps,
her lust for the sparkle of wealth pulls the trigger,
BANG
no entry for the majority,
flying pigs grease the slick,
BANG
a pear shaped bum on the run,
from a force strict and devoid of compassion,
GONE
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