Makin' Bank?

nothing worse than money
nothing at all
we will all die
for a paycheck
to eat
to sleep well
to not "let it get to you"

but we have survived
and we will
if only by the skin of our teeth
smiling the crooked smile
of an out of work banker
begging for the end
reinventing piety
in the form of loneliness
thinking...

"the wife and kids left when the money did
but where did my mind go?"


My guess
is that you sold it for a hamburger
and warm lite beer
and some pussy
and an early grave.

Why not sell the pace maker while you're at it?