you force me into receivership
with your cochonless cash-mart!
Bother!
—if we were poor
we'd stick our belly out
and hold our ass high!
It is greed that has destroyed us.
Hubris no more is
in funds or in mortgage holding.
We sty rooting together brooding
hour doom.
Well—
all things turn brighter in the end
whether you left or choose
the right way
and—
screams are not a mad thing.
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