"My money is our money, his money is his money"

"My money is our money, his money is his money"
That's what i heard in the buss today...
From a lass...
And so i thought about me... and my friends...
I thought to myself how rite she is...
What's mine is ours what's his is his...

"sharing is caring"

I care... may be too much...
I share almost everything i have if not all...
Yet... and i type this with no regret i get back almost nothing for this...
Everyone seems to want to be my friend...
Yet to what end?

It's the cruel reality...
People should care more...
And may be just may be people would stop saying life's a whore...
What should i type more?

True story.