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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Cultural >> ID #1448061  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Capitoline
A poem I wrote on a particularly boring day.
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No passion, compassion
no love of the game
no care for the portrait
but fashion the frame
all these empty words
like family, like friends
if pitched the right way
a means to an end
and doomsday's advent
we can sell our own soul
and money is money and money's a hole
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