So you look for easy money.     In desperation, Your:     Ass,     Dick,     Cunt,     Mouth,     Even your feet, For basic necessities:     Food,     Shelter,     Clothes,     & an official N.B.A. Basketball. Your customers, are old frustrated men, Whose wives have long lost the passion. You're the Whore, he's the John. He pays you, to entertain his Id. You do it, for the necessity of money.     Money will buy you sin, or a Christian rock CD. Artists, who are servants     of corporate profits. Artists, who are     Prostitutes of commerce, Can justify their bad art     by saying, It sells, and I'm making a Shit load of money.     Money will buy you and a bus ticket to Fresno.     Communists fought money, and money won! Does God need money?     If not? Then why do you? Go find out, you pathetic mortal!     Someday, you will be free of money! I will be free from money!     n we DIE!!    e   h W Now let's talk chemistry... <<PREVIOUS...TESTOSTERONE>>