Monetarily Snide

dislike me for a dollar

hate me for a ten

i don’t really care

what it costs

cause i got

a bucket

and it’s chock-a-block full,

full of electric Zen

i got dirty books

i get dirty looks

and i’m still

trying to eat

my own mouth

avoiding treasonous thoughts

i’m headed out

and about

i’m headed out

and i’m heading home

i’m spending

i’m speeding

i’m clutching

i’m needing

an almost semi reckless abandon

curtailing complimentary carelessness

i no longer need my mess

i confess

so yeah,

i’m getting out

and i'm headed home

thinking about

temporary yesterdays

just thinking about

the fall of Rome