Good Guys Finish Last

The Devil sings a beautiful song
But takes a terrible toll.
Still,
When value is measured in dollars,
I’ll cling to my worthless soul.

So, when I’m dead and moldering,
I’ll be just what I’ve left behind.
‘Cause
The grass grows as green on the graves of the poor
As it does on the graves of the rich.

About Jay C Ritterson
If I say nothing, it might be that I have nothing to say.

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