Your money and your life
(Uncut and uncorrected)
Forced between the sheets,
no relevance to the past,
no one was requiring this,
it was voluntary, would lead to tears, perhaps death,
now they whisper sweet nothings, smile,
avoid prolonged eye contact. The bug on the wall had seen it before. Sniggered.
Like some mythological heroes, a few minutes of prep, then off to the horizontal,
the bag of tricks displayed, marveled, praised, big catch - oh yeh.
Who caught whom?
Who caught what?
A few hours later, war is in the air.
Expectations crack, and into the freezing waters call the first boulders of the mass.
He thought, "I would come here more often if I could", but his bravery was low,
self-esteem wallowing in deep phoniness.
Surely we can reinstate old values and concepts thought he.
But he was wrong, That was not possible.
There was no turning back now, we were over the hump,
to retreat would not be possible.
Only perhaps total annihilation, and a tentative restart.
Who would want that? It happened at least once before,
it leads to ages of darkness and ignorance.
So rowing out across our little lives, gaining blisters and scurvy,
we try to make a justification for all this nonsense existence has become
self-esteem wallowing in deep phoniness.
Surely we can reinstate old values and concepts thought he.
But he was wrong, That was not possible.
There was no turning back now, we were over the hump,
to retreat would not be possible.
Only perhaps total annihilation, and a tentative restart.
Who would want that? It happened at least once before,
it leads to ages of darkness and ignorance.
So rowing out across our little lives, gaining blisters and scurvy,
we try to make a justification for all this nonsense existence has become
Quick contact, quick fuck, fuck off, your money and your life.
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