We collect cents, Santa cents, bonus cents, and then a currency comes along and goes poof—it blows past the stop-loss and eats up everything you’ve collected and more. Oh Lord, what is this? Whatttt$UAI
I know very well that no matter how much I complain, no one will feel for me, because you aren’t me. You wouldn’t help me with even one dollar. If I earned as much as you do, I wouldn’t be this stingy. You see one dollar as nothing; I think it’s decent. Who will compensate me for just one dollar? Just one.
I know very well that no matter how much I complain, no one will feel for me, because you aren’t me. You wouldn’t help me with even one dollar. If I earned as much as you do, I wouldn’t be this stingy. You see one dollar as nothing; I think it’s decent. Who will compensate me for just one dollar? Just one.
