Nothing seems so funny
When you have no money
And you can't give and
Therefore warrant no reception
Of anything
Gift or gaze or gallivanting
About

So you have to spend
Time
Since you've no dime
Or dollar
Slaving and selling
Your soul and trying so hard
To see through the ******
And mustard gas that makes itself
Evident once you realize where that your job
Is good for absolutely nothing other than
That feeling of being able to give
And, thus, to receive

Anything at all