Sometimes I smile being the thorn
Of the self-righteous and first born
Not sorry to ruin a few moments.
Stolen seconds from swollen swine
A brief pause gained against their gnaw.
Yell your yodel of a young victim
While your cup runneth o’er
And you greed grows
Forgive me for my moment of misstep
I feel so foolish to consider my value
In equality with the self-centered fool
Clearly here is the treasure
Your dreams of monotonous money
The perpetual pit of possessions
The incessant itch of inflation
The ceaseless clawing for cash
While I cluelessly cling
To dreams of art and time.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
Sometimes I smile being the thorn
Of the self-righteous and first born
Not sorry to ruin a few moments.
Stolen seconds from swollen swine
A brief pause gained against their gnaw.
Yell your yodel of a young victim
While your cup runneth o’er
And you greed grows
Forgive me for my moment of misstep
I feel so foolish to consider my value
In equality with the self-centered fool
Clearly here is the treasure
Your dreams of monotonous money
The perpetual pit of possessions
The incessant itch of inflation
The ceaseless clawing for cash
While I cluelessly cling
To dreams of art and time.