I JUST GOT HOME
Here's the nickel that fell from
my hand; the pocket that was
leaking money. It all made me
look like a rich man. To a kid
who was 5-years old. And then
you. What was all that about?
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Talking around money like a banker.
Holding forth on interest rates and
annuities like I gave a good God-damn.
There's nothing left for me to play
at, and I don't intent to pretend.
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All I've ever done all my life was
wage-slave stupid stuff for others.
Now the swarm of beetles or bees
is passing me by, again. I'm left
standing on the curb while the
team bus keeps leaving.
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