I hungered past a dried up fountain
and ofcourse
i rubbed elbows with the rich
but
it was just a corpse which was stitched up,
water-logged and ready to bust,
I wondered 'howd he die, this accountant?'
scaraping pennies, super-glue and all the dirt that he missed,
musta been the last drawl of his jaw telling his kids and his wife how they're good times would be less enriched...
'Being dead is one thing.'
He said but i neglected to catch the rest while he held up his fist.
Though he smiled cuz his duty was done he had come to be succombed, his sole course had been fully run,
cuz his children were mute blind deaf stupid and dumb amd his wife had become all but numb.