
The Mr-Shortcut Success Zen Does "Preach" Giving As A Shortcut To Success
For reasons reservable for another forum, people who gather a great deal unto themselves rarely get it at root level.
"Get it," meaning to catch on to the truth. Easy to avoid, because making money is easier than processing truth,
Every time you grab a handful more than you need, even allowing for a rainy day stash of food, etc.,
you take a handful away from a human being who is quite literally dying for you.
Those who dismiss this is as exaggeration do not accept one bald fact:
one of every two humans on this earth is literally starving to death.
Don't even go past that point. Half of all humans are starving.
MisterShortcut learned to ask for 5800 dollar for 100 minutes.
Each PowerChat delivered at fifty-eight dollars per minute.
Not because of value anywhere near as much as a shortcut.
ASKING for more, asking many times, produces more.
Not sometimes. After you get the hang of it,
this one shortcut will deliver for you,
more times per hundred tries
than for anyone around you...
except for those who...
you guessed it...
do the same.
Enter into the Mr-Shortcut Success Zen.
More specifically, pertaining to you,
YOUR Mr-Shortcut Success Zen.
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Your actions speak more, and louder, too;
fulfill the promise we once thought of you.
Commit to the drama Life bought for you.
Gird your loins, gather your skirts,
there's work to do, it must not be shirked.
the silence calls out, the people are hungry,
the train's at the station, waiting for lumber.
The oil and the gas have gone by the wayside,
Life's not meant to be a free hayride. Workers unite!
Pick up your tools, there's work to be done,
the day has arrived where it touches each one.
To each their own task, beneath public mask,
with all that you've got, all a nation can ask.
Impregnably not, disdainfully hot,
each of you has your place.
The goal is no less than freedom defined,
please help save the human race.
Where money once ran down the hill as it should,
it now flows straight up by the will of but few.
Stand up and shout out your voice for us all,
let your name be recorded in Freedom Hall,
as a child who stood up for Mom and Dad,
or a parent who cared that their kids have been had.
Don't let this day pass in silence again,
as you've watch them get rich again and again.
They care not if you, or your children shall live,
to themselves goes the wealth to whom they give.
It's the bling and chah-ching that ring their bliss,
charity's coffers hardly lost in their midst
Now the sun and the trees do their job in the places
where gas and oil trailed their bloodiest traces
Your duty, your knowledge, your power,
create strength, the ultimate tower;
that which outlasts
the most boorish of souls,
like the arrogant Nazi,
that tourist in Rome.
This is your time,
This is your turn;
choose to live life,
or you can learn to burn.