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Of the soul's dignity of whom wants to become rich 

Don't ask me
What kind of guy I am
Gorging myself on the hope 
To have so much wealth
That I forget to be loyal
With my gentlemanly dignity
By acquiring in my turn
Of my commitment with these words
Witnesses of my fidelity
To the human race
And of my generosity
Towards the most humbles
Without which
I will be the last of the men
And the first 
Of those fucking bastards
Who forget so easy and so fast,
That an hasardous day  
They just started from,
their mother's bottom
And  became themselves 
By the courage of their families
Helpfull people and own friends.

 
These words could become gold
By reversing eighty percent of their earns 
To a panel of charity funds which work 
To the growth of the gentleness 
Everywhere in the world,
A very old vertue erased by the Time
And cupid blindness of few manies
Which must absloutly rebirth  
If we want to be certain to give
The better chances to preserve
Our bodies , minds and souls
Of the anounced tragedy 
By doing nothing , except to be
The insignifiant and  powerless  Witnesses
Of our proper unconsciousness


The 20  others percent  will be attributed 
To the growth of my  personnal art 
of the gentle maner to tell us to ourselves  
With the sweetness of my singing verses
The hard reality of the truth

All  of that could be possible
If  you let  your heart speaking
And , of course, your  lightned  consciousness
By purchasing  or bidding  on  this poem