If we restructured
the butchers would want a bigger slice of the pie,
greed is nothing new either under the sun
or the blue steel of a gun.

in for a penny, infrastructure if any has failed and eternity sailed in the Titanic.

supposing being sick of the same old things
always waiting and wondering ,
what is it that tomorrow brings to a yesterday but
the slings and other **** Shakespeare mentions.

supposing Medici could teach me to float
in Venice, no boat?
no chance.

There's only so many slices and so they restructure the prices to
cut out the wheat from the chaff and who decides wherein greed resides?
not the pauper or maybe he's one with the gravy, the train rumbles on
the rich ***** about the poor and the poor ponder on inequality
I
wander through this scenery ******* it in and
unsign my autograph on these pages of sin.

It was Wednesday in a suitcase in case you were wondering,
unpacked and folded away.

I tried to remember the year
but the year is now and it's here
and how has it altered my views?

I tread warily past the one who
will betray me.
always being friendly
also has a
price.