In the Fourth of July The trees are flowering. White, purple, pink... Everywhere you go, the trees flower. The big flowers... I pray to the LORD Not understanding why I am being smitten. Is it because I do not wish to throw my pearls before swine? Is it because I do not market, or schmooze Or live as a grifter and con man Going door to door, peddling soap? Why am I poor? It is because I will not take advantage of someone. That is why. And the mad man tells me his ten thousandth of a cent Is too much to pay for my Medicaid. I committed no fraud. Had I just sat around, and did nothing I wouldn't be such a controversy. Had I not learned math, or philosophy, or religion, or logic I'd be smoking my medical cannabis And all would be well with me. For I would be in my place. Either do nothing, and live like an invalid Or work for enough to bankrupt me. Those are your options in the American Economy.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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