Business ~ Friday, May 30, 2025

If I had twelve dollars for every dumb
fucker who asked for a couple of bucks

I'd be in business with a side hustle

however, whence the capital, a crumb
as I see myself, a speck of cosmic
dust, not even a blip on the screen, ducks

takin' off, flyin' south, no more bustle
work gets everyone down, even the poor
especially, the poor whilst they own dick
lucky to live indoors from time to time
vice is the spice of life, virtue, a joke
everyone knows I contemplate my crime

delusion, greed, and hatred when you're broke
obviously, everyone knows the score
literally, to be responsible
lift a roll of two dollar bills, fifty
at a time from the bank to give away
really, I cannot be accountable
still, who will finance this venture, capture

for an instant on film a smile, thrifty
old-school Polaroid for Leica to say
really cool work, smooth dude, why the shake down

everyone needs a little adventure
virtual, no, in the real world, for sure
even the poor in India need more
reality breaks backs and bones, no cure
yet for cancer, sheep seek people to bore

death awaits any age, so turn that frown
upside-down, smile, you mother fucking clown
mumble bumble bunny rabbit has ears
basically to hear all your fears and tears

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