Right Pocket
In a dark room watching cartoons
Green in my right pocket
Money folding
Ashes on the floor
Behold
Writings from a poor man’s dream
Stuck in between
Should I leave you here blinded
Make the money scream then maybe you’ll love me.
Expensive intuitions
Locked by peace
You sure you can take it
Lions and bears waiting for me to fail
So vultures can watch for dinner
Big teeth have no tears
Money has no fear
Resentment
All I want to know…
how deep is pleasure?
How many days of absence
Till you run out of patience
And if I die would there be condolence
Ask God for more
The devil will haunt you
Ask God for less
The devil will break you
Ask not, Well
I’ll see you when I see you
Then the recycle repeats
Beg for defeat
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Sender Jeannestal
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