YES NOW WE HAVE
THOSE FEET THAT WORK
And wanderlust sets in : you want me here,
in one place, to work for your dollar? No more.
None of that. There's not enough time in a day
for you and your gruesome kind. Mr. Pecuniary.
Mr. Profit-Mind. And, in furtherance of my own
sheer penance, I must add that selected moments
of time are given over already for the Devil's use.
He stands there with a broom. He stands there with
a fiery shovel. And I do not know what to do.