[When you can write about something that has nothing to do with you, you can write about anything.] Money Whore, Baby Close your eyes and make a wish. Open them and be the bitch. Suck a tongue and let it run. Bite the ear just for fun. There's a whore on a gun. Pull the trigger-make a son. There's a dollar in a bullet. She said: I don't load it, I just pull it. He said: I don't make it, I just load it. They were both fully loaded, Fucking life so they sold it. He made the money, then he blew it. She got the money, then she blew it. Get right to it. They just knew it. A son was made, No condom paid. Then she lied, then he died. Mama took the baby's side. And when the baby died, She just lived, But she died inside. -(c)Joshua Gomez