“Buying condolences again?
A free tract traded for a clean-cut crystal no doubt.
Set in a refurbished invention too.”

“A passer-by is nothing more
Than that it seems
No heart, no soul
No rhythm or greed to spur their empty chest.”

“To make a silver from a copper
Is good business as you well know.
To make a copper into gold
Is the work of a cheat.”

“Agonies are another’s obligation
Pain is the duty of the poor
Risk, is a mother’s transfiguration
Not life nor love nor wanting more
For indeed is life not overrated?
With all we see infatuated.”

“Just leave it to us
We’ll keep you cheap
So you’ll never need
To fall asleep.”

“Oh,
I just thought.
I will.”