I want more caviar

You beat the crap out of me just because I sold your car.

I sold it so that I could buy some caviar.

I lost all of my money and I can no longer afford caviar because I'm poor.

I just sold all of your clothes so that I can buy some more.

I wish you'd stop kicking my ass just because I sell your stuff.

It's hard to believe that a priest can be that rough.

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This is a fictional poem

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