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No More Money
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GREED
You hide behind your smile, when you're talking to me,
But, I look into your eyes, where I only see greed.
You pretend to care all about my plight,
But, your true intentions always surface to light.
“How's it going guys?” is what you say everyday.
“How much money are you all making for me?” is what you really should say.
WE MADE 30 million dollars with 65 workers and some still walk to work?!!
You ask me to take on more duties without compensation, I say no, now I'm the jerk?
There's truth and wisdom in the words that I say,
I hope you hear and listen before you're old and grey.
You MUST become fairer with the people working for you,
Fact is, you can't do any of the work that they each do.
When you make millions, so should we too,
Remember, you didn't touch or install any product, it was ALL thanks to the crew.
Ronald Keith, Riley © 07-21-2005
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