I need money.
For all my honey.
Left arm unused.
Cut it now Bruce.
Make a clean incision.
Just a quick session.
Still to the highest bidder.
I'm serious I'm no kidder.
Bring out the bandwagon.
Send me some strong bourbon.
Should ease the sting away.
Never kid that's what i say.
Burn out that flesh wound.
Because now I've got my boon.
A hundred million reasons.
Gotta time them seasons.
When's it best to sell an arm.
Don't worry no kids were came to harm.
Million bucks to whoever wants it.
Left arms strong you'll ever meet.
What say you is the need for?
A trip good man and much more.
Ignore the pain i says to me.
Before i passed out on the count of three.
Startled wide eyed and awake.
To Madeira Portugal, i think i missed my wake.
I Need Money! - A Poetic Practice
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