Here’s a random poem I made about money falling outa the sky…and what would happen to all the poor noobs out there…altho if this was real, we’d probably die if you get hit. This is my first poem, so it might be crap, comments would be nice though!
Ching, ching, ching,
Clang, clang, clang.
All those golden coins,
Falling from the sky,
Dropping at break-neck speeds.
Flutter, flutter, flutter,
Millions of hundred dollar bills,
Gently floating down,
Carried by a soft breeze.
Shove! Push! Grab!
Countless people,
Rushing for a chance,
To get the glory of money.
Poof!
The money disappears.
Gone!
Was it just a mirage,
That everyone was fighting for?
How disturbing.
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