Power: it’s all about the clout of wealth
the means of production
the queens of seduction
the beans of destruction
I once drove though the countryside with power
and pheasants moseyed through the grain
I once licked power when it wasn’t looking
and pheasants moseyed through the rain
it fell in golden showers
trickle down
dribble pound
pickle sound
these words don’t have to mean a thing
I want to make your choice and I can pay
AW
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